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Mist (R) Print

Written by Geale

30 September 2010 | 88324 words

Chapter Thirty-Two – Plans

Faramir held one door of the pair open for Eldarion whom Aragorn gently pushed inside. The older man followed his son but spared Faramir a quick glance as he passed through, a glance full of budding joy and – for the first time since they had met again in Ithilien – hope for the future. Faramir answered it with a quick smile before he too stepped across the threshold and closed the heavy door behind him.

“It is yet too early for dinner,” he said, “but perhaps we could sit down somewhere and… talk?” If it was too bold a suggestion he was not sure, but now it was too late to take back his words anyway. If Aragorn desired more time alone with his son then surely he would say so? And if not… Faramir realised, with a nervous flicker in his stomach, that Eldarion might have some questions for him too.

Aragorn nodded slowly. “Arwen has not yet returned. She left early to confer with the rest of the Rivendell party and has been gone now for some time…”

“And she is to fetch the saplings for you, lord Faramir,” added Eldarion in a shy voice. His grey eyes still kept darting to and fro, between his father and the Steward, but he spoke to Faramir only and the latter wondered if the boy was testing the waters.

He smiled in return and tried to make it as warm as he possibly could, “That is very kind of her.”

In the odd time between afternoon and evening, the house was wrapped up in a bluish light and any shadows were still too weak to stretch too far. Soon lamps would be lit to provide a golden glow but this particular time of day held a special magic. As a child, Faramir had thought this hour frightening for it had seemed to him then that muddled shapes and forms waited for him in the dark corners of the Tower and the blue too easily transformed before his eyes into the sickly green which sometimes hovered around the topmost chamber… That closed door behind which his father did things Faramir could only imagine. And his imagination had always run wild; even now, as he had been proven these last couple of weeks, his mind conjured up images that he did not consciously desire. Though these were no terror compared to the older ones.

He continued to smile past Aragorn at Eldarion. “You need not address me by any title.”

The boy gave a small self-conscious grimace that was hard to interpret but Faramir sensed that an apology lay on the very tip of his tongue.

“Please, just a moment,” he hastened to say and walked over to the undecorated closet and deposited his high boots within and found a pair of low, softer ones which he pulled on. He dragged off his leather jerkin and hung it on a peg and then refastened his belt. It was not exactly tension that mounted in the hall but something akin to it and he tried to draw long, steady breaths. Perhaps simply spending time together all of them was indeed the key.

When he again faced his company he saw that Eldarion had wandered over to a window and Aragorn looked torn between options. Faramir silently crossed the floor and came to stand beside him. Half-turned away from them, Eldarion was a darkened silhouette against the brighter window-opening and the glass. Surprised, he felt Aragorn catch his hand and hold onto him for dear life. Faramir met his gaze and saw the hesitation in his… lover. The word, used like that when then were fully dressed and standing in his hallway, almost made him blush like a young fool. Reaching out with everything he had, Faramir let his own somewhat calmer energy encircle Aragorn and hoped it gave him strength.

Aragorn glanced over at his son. Faramir placed a light kiss on his cheek and had meant to withdraw at once, but the older man turned his head and so their lips met gently. Faramir kept his eyes open and so did Aragorn. It was a brief touch but enough to steady them both and give them some reassurance. It was a strange thing, Faramir thought, kissing in public almost, even if Eldarion stood looking out the window. So far their love had been a secret, kept wrapped up in shadows, only to be let out and explored while they were behind closed doors. Thellie at the tavern had not known Aragorn’s identity and that left only Damrod. Only he had ever seen… But at the thought of his friend, Faramir’s heart sank and he had to strive to push the fresh memory of their argument aside.

He dragged up a smile for Aragorn. “Go,” he mouthed and nodded at Eldarion where he still stood unmoving by the window.

With the bleakest hint of a smile, Aragorn released him and went to his son’s side, and for the very first time that he could recall, Faramir wished that another could read his mind. But as this would never be, he must speak aloud.

“The sitting-room adjacent to the dining hall?” he asked quietly, trying to use as few words as possible. Aragorn only nodded in silent agreement.

Faramir could do no more than to leave them then. He made his way to the kitchens to order that some wine and apple cider from last year’s harvest be sent to the sitting-room; and he ordered dinner for later while he was at it. There also he found a serving-girl whom he immediately approached.

“Has the Lady Arwen returned to the house?”

She dropped a quick curtsy. “No, sir, not that I am aware of.” She was pretty and young, the youngest daughter of his cook, no more than a child.

Faramir hesitated. Arwen was older than he could ever fathom and she had stayed alive for all these years without his aid. Even so, he felt – and probably was – responsible for her safety.

“If she is not back by nightfall,” Faramir said slowly, “please inform me. I shall be in the sitting-room next to the dining hall. And would you please light a fire there and make sure the room is proper enough to house my guests.”

“Yes, sir.” She had a nervous shimmer about her, as one eager to please and fearful of messing up. “Anything else, sir?”

Faramir gave her a gentle smile. “That would be all, thank you.”

What was she… Eleven? Twelve?

Suddenly he was struck by such a strange idea that he was sure he himself was not responsible for it. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it again. Now was not the time, he decided.

“My lord?”

“No, nothing. Please see to it, Nena.” He name came to him just in time and her lips curved into a shy smile. He returned it and then made great effort not to speed through the corridor to meet up again with Aragorn and Eldarion; he longed to be back by Aragorn’s side but did not think it proper for the Steward of Gondor to run like a lovesick youngling through his own house. But his smile grew as he pictured the small glimmer of hope growing into something bigger.

The warm light of lamps drifted out of the dining hall where the table was being set in advance. The servants quickly stepped aside when he hurried through and could finally confirm that his orders had been carried out and pitchers of wine and cider, and a tray with three glasses were placed on the table near the fireplace in the adjoining room. Aragorn and his son had each chosen a low, cushioned chair and only a few feet separated them. Faramir told his heartbeat to slow down and he stepped inside and hoped his smile was relaxed.

“We shall soon have a fire,” he said as his guests both looked up at him.

Eldarion said nothing but Aragorn smiled. “The evenings are still chilly…”

“Emyn Arnen has always shielded the City from the worst raw winds from the South,” said Faramir as he chose a chair for himself and sank down.

“Are you looking for compensation, Steward?” Aragorn asked with a grin.

Faramir chuckled. “No, only stating my lord. Ithilien is ever at your service.”

Aragorn raised his eyebrows but any reply was lost when Eldarion spoke up in a hesitant voice, “Sir, how can the southern winds be raw as you say?” He fiddled with the hem of his tunic but looked at Faramir questioningly. “Are not the lands of the South warm and dry?”

“Well,” said Faramir, pleasantly surprised by the question, “in the summer yes. And the winters are usually mild there, but do not forget that Anduin runs through South Ithilien and close to the river dampness gathers and winds from the outer sea push the air inland. Now, since the weather is still undecided, we receive our dose of chill and mist.”

While he spoke, the girl, Nena, appeared in the doorway, carrying a load of wood in a basket and some blankets in another. “Sir.” Again she curtsied and then set about to build a fire.

“So, all in all, we take the hardest blow,” Faramir concluded, winking at Aragorn, but knowing that already Eldarion’s attention was diverted. The boy was avidly watching Nena’s quick hands and soon a first flame sprang up among the wood and a hint of gold glinted in the girl’s braid.

Eladrion tore his eyes away and flushed. “I am sorry, lord Faramir..?”

But Faramir only smiled and shook his head. Then called, “Nena?”

The girl scrambled to her feet. “Sir?”

For a second he thought he was going mad but then he gestured at Eldarion. “This is the Prince of Gondor,” he said, all too conscious of Aragorn’s burning gaze seeking his. “He will remain here for yet another few days and perhaps tomorrow you might show him around the house? And the stables perhaps? After breakfast?”

Nena’s eyes widened as she listened and then some colour stole across her cheeks as she turned to Eldarion. “Gladly sir,” she whispered. “My lord,” she added as she bowed her head before the Prince. Then, without raising her eyes again, she dashed out of the room and was gone.

Faramir hid a triumphant grin as he rose to pour some wine for himself and Aragorn and some cider for Eldarion. He could see the boy was puzzled but it was nothing compared to the way Aragorn was staring at him.

“It is not strong,” he said as he handed the boy his glass. “A little alcohol is added to keep it from turning bad during the winter, but not much.”

Eldarion wordlessly accepted the cider. While he still felt bold and daring, Faramir pushed his chair closer to Aragorn’s and gave him his wine. Just as he sat down, the first tapping of rain against glass mingled with the crackling of the fire.

Aragorn turned to face him fully with eyebrows raised in inquiry. Faramir shrugged and sipped his wine. In the end, Aragorn only shook his head in disbelief and sank deeper down in his chair and stretched out his legs. Faramir wished he could touch him, lean in, join their mouths together in a long kiss… thread his fingers through the dark tresses… press closer and closer and…

“Will you be coming with us to the City… Faramir?” Eldarion’s question almost disappeared in the soft singing of the rain and the fire’s hisses.

Jolted back into reality, Faramir shook his head and quenched his sigh before it left his lungs. “No, my duties lie here in Emyn Arnen. I will stay here when you leave.”

Eldarion frowned and glanced at his father. “But..?”

Faramir leaned forward a little, mindful of his glass. He tried to choose his words with care. “I will come to Minas Tirith…” the name was foreign and heavy on his tongue, “but mostly I hope that you will visit me here.” That was no satisfying explanation and he knew it well. “I left the City many years ago; I was never comfortable there… And now I have made my home here.”

He was grateful when Aragorn broke in gently, “It was I who sent my Steward to Ithilien.” He offered Faramir a bleak smile. “Well you have served the City since, and here you shall stay.”

‘Here you shall stay.’ The words echoed around the room for a few long heartbeats.

Here I shall stay.

Faramir wanted just that but he could already keenly feel the loss of Aragorn’s company if he allowed it.

“Only your woods and the Road separate us,” continued Aragorn after a little while. “We shall see each other often.”

“Will you be very unhappy?” Eldarion did not look at either of them, instead he kept his gaze trained on his cider.

“No…” Aragorn rose from his chair and placed his glass on the table. He approached his son as if he were a wild hare, ready to flee in an instant. When Eldarion did not move, Aragorn squatted at his feet and looked up into his face. “I will have you with me.”

Faramir held his breath and willed the air to still around them.

Eldarion did not meet his father’s eyes. “But Faramir…”

“The two of you share my heart,” whispered Aragorn. He lifted a hand and ran his knuckles down his son’s cheek. “I could not be unhappy with you around.”

A small movement in the doorway made Faramir look up. Leaning against the door frame, cradled by the glow of the fire and with silvery raindrops scattered in her dark hair, Arwen stood, bright eyes fixed on her son and his father. She must have felt his gaze upon her for she turned to him and Faramir saw that she was weeping soundlessly.

But she did not wipe the tears from her face, only smiled at him and whispered, “Do you have room for one more?”

And he smiled, too, and nodded.


They lingered in the hallway. After dinner they had returned to the sitting-room for a couple of hours and talked of anything and everything, all of them avoiding the more serious topics as long as Eldarion was still awake. After a while, Arwen had sent him off to bed and now the remaining three of them stood not far from Faramir’s bedroom door, oddly loath to part.

For himself, Faramir knew all too well what he wanted: Aragorn in his bed tonight, loving him with a blazing desire. He had had just enough wine to think that possible and shrug free of some of his own restraint. It was as if he could truly feel the warm blood course through the older man’s body where he stood beside him in the hallway though they did not touch at all. The beating of Aragorn’s heart was his own and this song of life was one he gladly shared in.

But despite this he enjoyed Arwen’s company and they spoke with ease now, all three of them, and that was as wonderful as it was strange.

“I shall bring him news of you, such as I can think of without betraying your secret,” she assured Aragorn and a ray of moonlight tangled in her hair and stayed there. The rain had passed on and left the sky clear and dark “But then you must tell him for I will not lie for you.” She chided him gently and somehow it seemed natural.

“I know,” said Aragorn softly. “I know.” He met Faramir’s gaze. “We will speak of it and come to a decision.”

Faramir nodded. If their relationship was not to remain a secret then it must be official. And the thought scared him and enchanted him equally.

Arwen smiled. “Legolas will love it. He always had a taste for the sweet romances.” She leaned in and kissed Aragorn’s cheek. “Write to him and I shall be there to see his reaction.” Then she kissed Faramir also. “I bid you goodnight, and leave you to the affairs of Men. Make sure to plant the saplings as soon as you can, Faramir.”

“With your blessing, my Lady.”

“As if I were a Goddess,” she shook her head. “But surely the Star Lady watches over you.”
In the darkness streaked with moonlight she seemed to glide away from them, towards her own chamber, indeed like a divine vision.

“Faramir,” Aragorn spoke in a low voice and there was caution in it. “Will you tell me why you came crying to the house earlier?”

The question seemed to pertain to a different world altogether. For a heartbeat, Faramir stared at him in confusion. Then his shoulders sank and he sighed. “Tomorrow…” He could make out lines of concern in Aragorn’s face but he ignored them. “Please?”

“But…”

Faramir grasped for one of the other man’s hands and brought it to his lips and kissed it. “I will tell you tomorrow. Stay with me tonight…”

Aragorn drew closer and the building heat in his body slipped into Faramir’s whether it was his intention or not. “Yes…”

The memory of Damrod’s harsh words only served to fuel Faramir’s determination. This was possible: he could have Aragorn and still retain his sanity, and the world would not mind and if he must he would fight to make peace with Minas Tirith also.

He dragged them towards his own chambers, firmly clasping Aragorn’s hand in his and finally shutting the door behind them. But he did not throw himself at Aragorn as he wanted to. He stood for a moment, staring at the surrounding darkness with a thousand thoughts that made no sense swirling through his mind.

“Faramir…” Aragorn mumbled, hardly above a whisper. “We need not make any final decisions yet… I had to tell Eldarion but if you do not want to…” he swallowed, “to tell…”

Frowning, Faramir turned to him. “But I want everyone to know,” he said, and it was as if something in the room sat back, draped one leg over the other and listened with mounting interest. “I would have you send word to Sam and Merry and Pippin in the Shire, to your kinsfolk in the North and to the Elves of your home and those of Eryn Lasgalen. And I would write myself to Éowyn in Dol Amroth and to Éomer in Edoras…” He sighed, feeling Aragorn’s hand tremble slightly in his own. “But the City scares me.”

Aragorn drew a fraction closer and whatever trace of moonlight that peeked inside the room was soaked up by his eyes. “Once I was the Ranger who challenged the Darkness,” he said quietly but his voice sounded rough in the night. “Now indeed you must think me weak for you have seen nothing but my fear and doubt… But,” he raised their joined hands to his lips and kissed Faramir’s knuckles, “for this I will fight. I will deal with Minas Tirith.”

Faramir regarded him for a long while as the darkness settled more firmly around them. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled, some of the tension leaving him in a smooth fall of his shoulders. “Thank you.”

Aragorn left a new kiss upon his skin.

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90 Comment(s)

I am so ready for another of your stories. I am hooked already and can’t wait for more!

— Kelly    Monday 27 July 2009, 16:15    #

Thank you my dear! I’ll give you more in about a week.

— Geale    Tuesday 28 July 2009, 7:42    #

My what a disquieting beginning! Once again you set a different tone from your previous stories. :)

I have always been intrigued by the references to Faramir’s “far-sightedness”, but few authors delve into it.

— trixie    Wednesday 29 July 2009, 21:53    #

Wow this is very mysterious indeed. It is very exciting trying to fit these pieces together.

— Kelly    Monday 3 August 2009, 17:21    #

I’ve been away for a little while but I’m happy to see that both “disquieting” and “mysterious” are words being used ;) With my own far-sightedness I predict they might be used again!

— Geale    Tuesday 11 August 2009, 8:25    #

I had guests and was away for a while and am just catching up. You are certainly weaving this tale in an unhurried manner :) Do you think I have patience? I need to know what is going on with Aragorn. ;)

— trixie    Thursday 27 August 2009, 16:48    #

I second that! I am on the edge of my seat here. I have come up with so many scenarios in my head I am getting dizzy. I cant wait to find out if I’m even remotely close. Anxiously awating more as always.

— Kelly    Thursday 27 August 2009, 21:33    #

Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you both were patient! :P Unfortunately we shall go very slow… So please make yourselves comfortable and await some more… eh… waiting ;)

— Geale    Sunday 30 August 2009, 21:09    #

oooooooooooooooooooooh! I’m totally impatient and you are totally killing me. Ah sweet suspense. I may complain about the suspense but you know I really love it. This should prove very interesting I think.

— Kelly    Tuesday 8 September 2009, 22:21    #

The mystery continues to deepen. Quite serious about taking it slow, I see :)
Forgot to mention, I love the pictures you have used to illustrate. I like knowing what the author is visualizing. Are they truly yours? They are very nice!
Off to bed, though I doubt my dreams will be as interesting as Faramir’s ;)

— trixie    Thursday 10 September 2009, 1:05    #

Slow is the new quick I hear ;) Yes, I shall torment you further by not posting yet. The boys are being a bit obstinate at the moment so I will need some time to sort a couple of things out.
Yes, the pictures are all mine! I’m glad you like them. Any interesting dreams, Trixie? :)

— Geale    Sunday 20 September 2009, 13:19    #

oooooooh now this is getting sticky! You are torturing us well my dear. I like it!

— Kelly    Monday 21 September 2009, 19:08    #

Ah, armchairs! And rain, which seems to factor into many of their encounters. And Aragorn wants to spend more time together, even if he continues to be mysterious about the reasons for his visit :)
Alas, any interesting dreams I may have are stuck inside my own head :) I totally lack your gift for transferring what I imagine into words.

— trixie    Monday 21 September 2009, 21:55    #

Stickier by the minute! —washes hands—
I’m afraid Aragorn, and his intentions (whatever they are – does he even have any?) shall remain shrouded in mystery for a while yet. Apparently revelation just isn’t his thing. And we shall see about ‘spending more time together’… Perhaps he is lying? Ah, well, enough with the speculations – what do I know?

— Geale    Friday 25 September 2009, 9:08    #

Ah, a chapter sprinkled with tidbits that rouse more curiosity than they satisfy :) So the mist comes from the North, and Aragorn has things to settle in Rivendell? And they speak of journeying north to Rivendell. Hmm.

Ai! What ever is the question burning in Faramir’s mind that he forbids himself to ask? And what is up with that ring!?

Finally, I am so enjoying the exploration of their, um, Numenorean quirks ;)

— trixie    Sunday 11 October 2009, 15:03    #

Yes, who would have expected a chapter with such diversity? Weather and geography issues, an interest in interrogation – and not to mention a ring that behaves very oddly indeed. Reminds me of another one… Oh well.

Their “Numenorean quirks”? :) Haha! Better Numenorean than Mordor…ean, as I have always said!

— Geale    Wednesday 21 October 2009, 22:02    #

And here I am sitting in silence and once again rereading your works. I had no patience any more and have read this not ended story at last. I think why do you write your story so beautiful, sensual and so slow!!! Sorry!
Do you know, Geale, that you are the great author? I love those wise and adult relationships you write about, and if I write my own story one day, it will be like yours!

— Anastasiya    Thursday 5 November 2009, 19:47    #

Haha, slow is the new quick, I’ve heard! ;) Thank you very much, Anastasiya. I’ll treasure your praise – and I think you’ve earned a new chapter. It’s on its way!

— Geale    Monday 9 November 2009, 10:33    #

Tease Tease Tease! You know how truly impatient I am and you insist of taunting me and making me wait. I wish I could say I was angry but you always entertain me so I just cant be. I am just a puppet anxiously awaiting more. As always it was totally wonderful and I shall (oh so impatiently) wait for more.

— Kelly    Monday 9 November 2009, 21:58    #

Such a clever author! Finds a way to give us (and Faramir) a little satisfaction while still sloowly developing the relationship ;)
This story is so shrouded in mystery that Mist is indeed the perfect title.
Hope you had a lovely holiday!

— trixie    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 22:21    #

I did, thank you! It was actually quite inspiring and plot bunnies were all over the place.
Yes, we’re still doing slow! But I thought that the dream would at least satisfy you a little. Ah, the kindness of this writer is unmatched! ;)

— Geale    Sunday 15 November 2009, 19:59    #

Aargh! What are you doing?! Tricksy, devious author! ;) (Who, I’m coming to believe, enjoys tormenting readers.)

— trixie    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 19:07    #

No doudts, you, Geale, truly love to torment your readers! I have already begun to believe that you would give us pleasure for a while and show anything definite, but now I see only MIST again. I do not know what to think. Was that kiss true or not..? What does Aragorn want..? Is Faramir in his right mind..?
I know, it is all your Aragorn/Legolas readers who are guilty that you do it with us! :)))

— Anastasiya    Thursday 26 November 2009, 3:16    #

Well read, Anastasiya! Points to you for putting forth the pertinent question: what is real and what is not? Unfortunately, I don’t feel like giving an answer. But I assure you, the A/L people have nothing to do with this ;)

Trixie, Trixie… How can I please you? That’s only a rhetorical question, though, for as it is, I’m having way too much fun tormenting you. I’ll have you know I take great pride in being both tricksy and devious ;)

— Geale    Friday 27 November 2009, 14:53    #

I was so excited to discover another story of yours here. I love your characterizations of both Faramir and Aragorn (who manages to both kingly and ranger-like). I especially like the illustrations for this story. The first one, with the mist in the woods, complemented the tone of that chapter perfectly.

— Mira Took    Friday 27 November 2009, 20:52    #

Ms. Took, welcome to ‘Mist’! I’m delighted to hear that you like this version of the boys even though I think Aragorn is a bit more quiet and troubled this time around. Turns out I love using photos to illustrate, so my camera and I are constantly looking for new sceneries. Thank you!

— Geale    Monday 30 November 2009, 9:12    #

Re: Chapter Ten

Wow.

— Mira Took    Monday 4 January 2010, 21:59    #

Of course I’m waiting to discover that didn’t really happen either ;) Aragorn’s fear and despair came as a surprise. He had seemed so enigmatic until now,

Amazing picture for this chapter!

— trixe    Tuesday 5 January 2010, 16:52    #

We shall see, we shall see :) Aragorn has a few inner demons to deal with, but I’m sure you can be enigmatic and, eh, depressed at the same time. No?

Mira Took, that was dort of what I was aiming for – thank you!

— Geale    Tuesday 5 January 2010, 18:04    #

Oh, you are cruel, Geale, cruel with readers of your stories!
It’s simply impossible to read such short chapters and then wait for the next one for so long time!
Have pity!

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 11:43    #

Haha, I know! That’s part of why I’m having so much fun ;)
Okay, to tell you the truth, I’ve had a lot to do lately and I didn’t want to update until I had a few more chapters done. I like being ahead of myself, so to speak. However, I’ve now finished my A/L WiP and should have more time over for this story. I will have some pity and post more often. Deal? :)

Geale    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 12:06    #

I do not know why but I beleive in you! :))

— Anastasiya    Wednesday 10 February 2010, 13:28    #

You know how I love you but you have me teetering on the edge here! Well done!

— Kelly    Monday 15 February 2010, 18:16    #

tsk tsk… Anastasiya, always trust the author…
Kelly my dear, teeter away! There shall be more chapters – another day. (I’m all about rhyming today)

Geale    Wednesday 17 February 2010, 18:41    #

Alright. Now I can tell you my dear you are truly truly evil!!!!! To finally give me what I want and then not only stop in the middle but close it off??!!! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again TEASE!!
But you know I love it and I will be back for more. What that says about me I have no idea. Ha ha. I think I should pack a luch because it looks like I will be sitting on this cliff for a long while.

— Kelly    Thursday 25 February 2010, 19:27    #

Poor conflicted Aragorn. And, of course, poor, poor Faramir!

Since I needed to catch up, I went back and read from the beginning. First, the words and descriptions weave such a spell. It is like being transported to another world.

Second, with all of the twists and turns and hints, I am not even going to attempt to speculate what will happen. I am just going to let it unfold :)

— trixie    Monday 1 March 2010, 15:04    #

Kelly, I’m thinking I obviously haven’t made my evil streak clear enough if it has taken you up until now to fully realise I have one! :) So, now, with chapter 14 I shall try harder… I hope you’re having a good time on the cliff. Do you think you might need dinner as well? —cooks—

Trixie, that is precisely the feeling I want to convey so you shall have a gold star! And lots of cookies. I’m not saying that what happens – or does not happen as it may be – in the story isn’t (or is, as it also may be) real but I did want to create a sort of dreamy reality. As for the future: time will tell…

Geale    Wednesday 10 March 2010, 12:17    #

Dinner sounds lovely my dear! However, the only nibbling I’d like to be doing is on Faramir himself. If Aragorn can’t get it to together in time, I will be happy to take care of our Faramir’s needs. After this story your evilness is not only apparent but appreciated. As always, well done my dear.

— Kelly    Tuesday 16 March 2010, 0:03    #

Alas! You might be too late – someone else is nibbling as we speak!

Geale    Monday 22 March 2010, 17:43    #

Geale, sorry I haven’t commented til now. I find this story breathtaking in its quiet allure, yet heartbreakingly so. I try to avoid it, yet I know I cannot – like touching one’s tongue to the hole where a tooth was. The salty pain is so familiar in its ache that it almost comforts. And in feeling the pain, one notices the slow healing of soft skin. As much as I love the sex and happy endings of usual fare, I admire you for having both the inclination and the patience to explore the quiet and unknown and painful without easy respite — and the ability to make it beautiful enough that others will follow you against their own natures, and, in so doing, come to understand. Even in its unreality, Mist is far more real than most things we read. Beautiful.

— Vanwa Hravani    Tuesday 23 March 2010, 10:28    #

Oh, my dear, I think your comment expresses the, hitherto – by me – unspoken reason for why I wanted to write this story. And, also, the inspiration that fuels the process. I realise this is a story that some people might find difficult to attune to, or even understand, but I’m writing this so much for my own sake that I find I do not care very much if some readers leave it. Instead, I cherish the ones that can share it with me. Your insight means the world to me. I hope that you are well and that there is lots and lots of love in your life. Many blessings.

Geale    Tuesday 23 March 2010, 13:00    #

Boy I cant wait to overhear or rather overread (ha) this conversation. Well Aragorn if you are going to snooze you are going to lose. That man is far to appealing to be left alone. I’d like a little Faramir snack myself. hee hee You are a tease and truly evil. I hope not to teeter on the edge for long. Take pity on your loyal subjects and give us more soon. hint hint

— Kelly    Wednesday 24 March 2010, 19:09    #

Ah, Aragorn, what torments you so? Clearly something not easily conquered :(

At least we have Faramir’s tantalizing dreams since reality isn’t cooperating.

— trixie    Monday 29 March 2010, 16:27    #

Pity, torments and evil… It can only get better, right? There will be some talking soon, I promise. New chapter on its way!

Geale    Tuesday 6 April 2010, 16:30    #

Ohhhhhhhhhhh you are killing me now! I feel like a mouse trying to get cheese off of a trap! Just when I think I’m getting what I want, SNAP! Denied again! Tease! However, you know I will be anxiously awaint more. I am totally wrapped up in this story and need to see the outcome.

— Kelly    Monday 12 April 2010, 22:25    #

um sorry, in my frenzied typing I had a mistype. That should read anxiously awaiting more. You see what you do to me? ha ha

— Kelly    Monday 12 April 2010, 22:28    #

I hope with my whole heart that all that happens now with Faramir would become real in future. Or it’s simply impossible!!! He would go mad!

— Anastassiya    Tuesday 13 April 2010, 4:17    #

Kelly, —squeezes eyes shut— No I don’t see anything! ;) But we ARE drawing closer to what you want… I think. Maybe. Thanks for sticking by me despite the frustration.

Anastasiya, He’s not going mad! It wouldn’t be any fun. But I see your point. However, I couldn’t just leave the mysteriousness out of it ;)

Geale    Friday 16 April 2010, 13:25    #

Ha ha ha. Ah you know you have me right where you want me. Thats the mark of a wonderful author, keep us wanting for more. I’m a faramir fiction addict and need my stories.

— Kelly    Tuesday 20 April 2010, 16:20    #

Damrod needs to take a hint! Although he might even know best at this point. Those two certainly need help making up their minds.

— Kelly    Wednesday 21 April 2010, 23:46    #

I think Damrod is looking at this from a realist perspective but he will be given time to expand on his opinions – we are not nearly done yet! I’ve currently finished ch25 and we still have a long way to go. Also, last night I wrote the ending so now I just have to fill in the rest…

Geale    Monday 26 April 2010, 22:23    #

25! Wow you do intend to torture me for some time to come don’t you? Since we are only on 18 not that is alot of toture remaining for me. Well if I’m going to be tortured, let it be by my favorite addiction, my Faramir fanfics. Count me in! I’m on board for the long haul.

— Kelly    Tuesday 27 April 2010, 21:54    #

Incredible!
Sometimes I think that you are simply impossible with your delaying and I have no wish and patience to read this story further. But as only you post here new chapter I suddenly understand how deeply I was wrong to think so.
Actually I love this story very much, all your stories, and I like these two shy men with all their fears and doubts. And more I like the thought that they would find their comfort in arms of one another.
Thank you!

— Anastassiya    Friday 30 April 2010, 15:57    #

What is going on with that darn ring? (Never trust jewelry in Middle Earth!) Does Damrod know something we don’t? And what is Aragorn dreaming about? I thought dreams were Faramir’s territory :) Why does this story produce such a feeling of disquiet in me? Quite an atmosphere you have created here! ;)

— trixie    Wednesday 5 May 2010, 5:36    #

Anastasiya, Thank you! I’m delighted to hear that you are still on board despite the slow going! This (ch 19) was obviously a key chapter because now Faramir knows why Aragorn is so scared of being with another man. So, things can only get better, right? Right. I’m not going to pick up the pace any time soon, however… So, settle down and breathe :)

Trixie, so many questions, so few answers! But, yes, the boys are both dreaming – and while it may be uncomfortable for Faramir, Aragorn is basically terrified. I think he’s mentioned the dreams before and what they consist of – go back and check. That at the very least shouldn’t be much of a mystery :)

Geale    Wednesday 5 May 2010, 8:10    #

Thank you my dear! You are officially forgiven(at least for now anyway hee hee). These last two chapters have given me some hope to hold me over for better things to come (I hope). You must surely know what a compliment it is to you that we continually come back for more despite the pace. I am hopeless. I cant wait to see the outcome of this story.

— Kelly    Monday 10 May 2010, 21:34    #

I feel like a student again, being told to reread an assignment. I truly only remember Aragorn mentioning his dreams in the vaguest of terms. and I got good marks in reading comprehension . . . truly :) I shall go back and check as soon as real life decides to allow me enough time ;).

This chapter continues the mood. Even though much progress seems to have been made, I continue to have a feeling of unease.

— trixie    Wednesday 12 May 2010, 20:00    #

Sorry, sorry for the delayed response (I’m sure you’ve been suffering ;))

Haha, Kelly, I knew you would like these latest developments! The outpouring of generosity from this author is never-ending!

Trixie, you could be right. I’m a bit ahead myself, working on future chapters so it’s entirely possible that Aragorn hasn’t yet said that much of importance, so to speak. But fear not – my aim is that all shall be dealt with as is appropriate ;) What you say about the mood is very interesting because I don’t consciously choose to write the story in this way… I think the mood is creating itself by now.

Thank you so much, both of you, for lovely support!

Geale    Sunday 23 May 2010, 10:05    #

Awwwww I have the warm and fuzzies. Although I have this sinking feeling you are going to pull the rug out from under me very soon.

— Kelly    Tuesday 25 May 2010, 16:50    #

I don’t think I have ever read Aragorn portrayed as so inexperienced and unsure. It fits perfectly with the attitude of society in this tale. however. So different from when such love is celebrated or at least accepted.

— trixie    Sunday 6 June 2010, 6:02    #

Kelly, not VERY soon… —innocent smile—

Trixie, for some reason I like to explore the boys’ weaknesses; there’s something about Aragorn that compels me to look beyond that apparent strength. I’m just sorry (no, not really) that it’s Faramir who has to deal with it ;)

Geale    Monday 7 June 2010, 11:01    #

I was pleased to notice your famous awkwardly-positioned-chair-problem in chapter 22 among all the other, darker problems that have been surrounding Faramir and Aragorn. Please take it as a compliment when I say that reading a story this long and this suspenseful is driving me to read cheerier fics right afterward (fortunately, you are posting some of those as well!). Like everyone, I’m looking forward to more Mist …

— Mira Took    Tuesday 8 June 2010, 5:48    #

Yes the chair issue comes again. I rather enjoy it though I must say. I am enjoying this change in Aragorn as well. He has more resolve than I have. I would have let Faramir have his way with me long long long ago. As always ,looking very much forward to more.

— Kelly    Tuesday 8 June 2010, 15:31    #

I have already vowed that my next chaptered story shall be chair free! It’ll take place entirely on horseback… or in a tent (a very small one in which there is no room for chairs). Chairs, ladies, are a nuisance.

On a more harmonious note, I’m glad you’re still enjoying the story, though gloomy it can be. I know updates have been scarce of late but I’m trying to decide in which direction the story is moving and how to proceed. I’m actually aiming for weekly updates but we’ll see what happens. Thank you so much for bearing with me.

Kelly, poor Faramir would not have a moment’s peace in your arms! ;)

Geale    Monday 21 June 2010, 22:29    #

Oh a tent, please (unless they’re sharing the horse … ;)

I really enjoyed this latest installment — it shed some light on the situation and then immediately gave us a new problem to worry about!

— Mira Took    Friday 25 June 2010, 6:46    #

Tents have been taken into consideration.

“…and then immediately gave us a new problem to worry about!”

You can always count on me! ;)

Geale    Saturday 26 June 2010, 15:44    #

Ha ha. You are so right I am so possessive of him. This last chapter had me feeling the same way. I was ready to kick poor Aragorn out of bed and take care of his needs myself! Alas I can’t, but a girl can dream. Tents or horseback? Any of the above sounds good to me but as long you take pity on me and it DOES HAPPEN at some point somewhere, I’m so in. Awaiting impatiently as always…..

— Kelly    Monday 28 June 2010, 18:18    #

What has poor Aragorn ever done to you?! Except for not throwing himself naked on top of (an equally naked) Faramir and shoving a ring on his finger at the same time? :)

I have decided on tents, btw, but the pairing has changed, and we shall see none of it until this story has come to an end. I’m now on chapter 31 and things are coming together rather nicely, I dare say.

Geale    Friday 2 July 2010, 22:33    #

Ha ha exactly! Alas he gets to take what I feel is my rightful place. I love Aragorn dearly but I am so jealous of him all the same. Ah a different pairing then? Well I see the rug is coming out from under me as I speak. Well I was expecting that so I am ready. Lead on and I will follow.

— Kelly    Tuesday 6 July 2010, 16:54    #

The only good thing about an insanely busy real life is that I get to enjoy several chapters at once :)
Just when I was letting my guard down about the dreams, you sneak one in on me ;) I’m starting to have some thoughts about those, and am most anxious to see what it all means.

— trixie    Saturday 10 July 2010, 5:00    #

Back from holiday and a new chapter is on it way! I’m so glad you’re still with me despite the weirdness, rug-withdrawal, dreams and everything else. Thank you!

Geale    Sunday 18 July 2010, 15:01    #

Real life took me away from all internet connections for a week and so I was delighted to come back and find more “Mist.” This chapter was definitely one worth waiting for!

— Mira Took    Monday 19 July 2010, 7:45    #

oohhhh now this is interesting indeed. Still hanging out on the cliff and ready for more.

— Kelly    Monday 19 July 2010, 18:18    #

Ah, lovely. No matter what else is in store, this was so sweet :)

— trixie    Thursday 22 July 2010, 5:46    #

Ah, I’m pleased you liked it! Now, after this happy moment, can I torture them some more?

Geale    Saturday 24 July 2010, 20:52    #

Oh, wow! If that is your idea of torture, please sign me up! :)

Beautiful writing, lovely pacing, and naughty tease with the chapter name! Worth waiting 28 chapters and endless months for. ;)

— trixie    Wednesday 28 July 2010, 11:48    #

You’re on the list!

Endless months… You know, the prologue was posted on July 27th last year. 12 months later – sex! :D

Geale    Sunday 1 August 2010, 18:45    #

Alas I finally feel myself coming back from the ledge! However, I also feel a dread that I am about to be teetering again soon. Wonderously evil you are! You never let me (or the boys) feel secure for long. These last few chapters have more than made up for your evilness.

— Kelly    Monday 2 August 2010, 16:17    #

Happy to hear it! :) My guess is that you can sort of rein in the teetering tendencies since we’re heading towards the end… At some point, even I know when to stop torturing my readers – maybe ;)

Geale    Wednesday 18 August 2010, 8:42    #

It is so nice to come back from holiday to an update on the dear boys :)

At least you didn’t make them wait a year for the sex; only your poor tormented readers ;)

I’m sure Damrod means well, but he certainly manages to cast a pall over the romance :p Hopefully you will overrule his negativity and find them a happy ending.

— trixie    Monday 23 August 2010, 0:49    #

An ending near you say? Alas, I am not sure if I should believe you or not. Just to be on the safe side, I shall remain on the floor with the rug already out from under me. I find it is my permanent home in this story.

— Kelly    Wednesday 25 August 2010, 1:04    #

Ah, dear Damrod! He only presented his view, and I ask you: what is wrong with that?

Kelly, at least use that rug as a pillow if you are going to stay down there…

Geale    Wednesday 25 August 2010, 21:21    #

What’s wrong? Why, he made Faramir cry >:(

— trixie    Saturday 28 August 2010, 16:32    #

Bad, bad Damrod…

Geale    Thursday 2 September 2010, 20:49    #

They’re certainly making up for lost time are they not:)

Love the relationship between Faramir and Arwen! But then I’ve always imagined them getting on quite well.

— trixie    Monday 6 September 2010, 16:52    #

I’m glad to see the situation with Damrod resolve … but not too quickly or easily. And I think this was one of the sweetest love scenes: kings have more clothes, ha! Great picture, by the way.

— Mira Took    Tuesday 14 September 2010, 8:53    #

Trixie, maybe… but they spent something like 25 chapters being apart ;)

Mira Took, thank you! Well, Damrod has good reasons for not being overjoyed. He knows what he is talking about… And I’m sure there’s enough clothes to go around!

Geale    Thursday 16 September 2010, 11:25    #

I love the way you wrote Arwen, to be so regal but free-spirited.
And I love the way you wrote the woods, the way they talked to Faramir and took care of him, and even sometimes attacked people who might have the possibility of hurting him in some way. The giggling trees/wind were awesome.

— Anna    Friday 8 October 2010, 20:02    #

I am in love with this story ! (and, finally with all your A/F zines!) It’s so lovely to see the interaction between the two lovers, so touchingly writen. Please, please, gifted us with another (long….) story about A/F relationship.
Millions thanks GEALE.
MF

— Sophie    Saturday 9 October 2010, 10:02    #

Anna, thank you so much! I’m glad you like my Arwen and the trees! I admit to being a tad worried that nobody would ‘get’ the story but apparently I was wrong. Here Faramir’s fate has somehow blended with Ithilien’s over the years and I thought this type of communication between man and land helped to illustrate that.

Sophie, I’m delighted to hear you like my writing! As for other stories, I have tons of ideas but I’m taking a small break now to sort them through and find a place to begin. I’m appealing to your patience!
Thank you ever so much!

Geale    Monday 11 October 2010, 20:46    #

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