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There are no Angels in Middle Earth (NC-17)

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 14

Master Lexius stares in anger at the young man huddled in a corner, Faramir has been like this for a week now, cowering away from him and when he does try to touch him, fighting him with all of his strength. He even had to have two servants hold him down as he made him drink some water and eat some porridge, as he refused all nourishment. He has told him over and over again that he hasn’t killed Haldir, that he had his consent, of course the fact that he has since ordered him and Faramir’s brother to be killed, he will keep to himself.

Looking over the scared youth, master Lexius has had it, he has tried, but enough is enough;

“Boy.”

“I will say this one time and one time only, either you stop this and come to me right now, or I will come and get you and believe me you don’t want that…”

Faramir swallows and with frightened eyes stares into the hard blue eyes of his master, he looks at the boiling rage in there for a moment and then slowly closes his eyes and speaks; “No.”

After a week of travel at a murderous pace Haldir and Boromir arrive back at the city. Boromir stops his horse only yards from the gate, Haldir turns around to ask if anything is wrong, but doesn’t as he sees Boromir’s eyes glide over the white wall.

“In all these years I have never seen this city from the outside.”; Boromir says, his voice very soft as he reaches over to let his hand hover over plastered stone. He then seems to remember himself and looks up in Haldir’s gently understanding eyes. A small nod and they are on their way again, the man they spared leading them through busy streets.

After the man has made some inquiries, Haldir and Boromir find themselves standing before a rather fat, bald man named Dremair. The beady eyes of the man take them both carefully in as Boromir explains their plans to him, but linger longer on Haldir’s lean form. His gaze moves up and down his body and he licks his lips.

“Is this the famous Angel that Lexius had purchased before any of us even had a chance to put in a bid?”

“My name is Haldir.”

“Oh!”; Dremair claps his hands and his face lights up with joy; “It speaks!”

Before any in the room have the time to even lift a finger Haldir is holding a knife to Dremair’s throat; “_It_ will do a lot more than speak if you do not help us.”

“Now, I suggest you listen to what we have to say and you may even find it beneficial…”

Haldir releases the man and steps back; “Boromir.”

Suddenly noticing that he has been staring, his mouth hanging open in surprise, Boromir quickly closes it and clears his throat; “Right, as I was saying…”

Haldir takes in the house adorned in rich carvings across the street, they are so close now, he sighs and turns back to the handful of men that Dremair has granted them.

“Spare whoever is in there, we don’t want to hurt anyone besides Lexius, is everyone clear on their task?”

The men nod and Boromir grips Haldir’s shoulder; “Lets go and get our boy.”

Haldir grips Boromir’s shoulder in return and then turns around and leads half of them to the front door, while the rest of them will go round back. Haldir knocks on the door, his muscles tensing, ready to throw himself in as soon as someone opens the door. The servant that answers the door doesn’t even have time to open her mouth, the men with Haldir in lead are already pushing her aside, one of the men grabbing her and silencing her with a hand over her mouth.

Going from room to room, Haldir encounters Boromir, sword in hand, he shakes his head at Haldir, he is not downstairs. Very silently Haldir runs up the stairs, again going from room to room, he starts to worry, something isn’t right here, it is too quiet. He feels his heart rate go up as he makes his way to the last room he hasn’t searched. He doesn’t know why, but he dreads opening this door. Very carefully he opens it just enough for the smell of fresh blood to overwhelm him. His blood freezes in his veins and he forces himself to open the door further, his blue eyes shining with fear for what he will find.

The first thing he sees is a bed drenched in blood, he opens the door fully and tries to stop his hand from shaking as he sees even more blood on the floor and a foot, sticking out from behind the bed. He has to stop himself from throwing up from the unmistakeable stench of death, but then he hears Boromir call out to him, he screams back to him to not come in and closes the door.

He almost jumps out of his skin with shock as his Elven hearing picks up softly murmured words, coming from behind the bed. A flash of hope surges through him as he all but runs to the bed. And there huddled in the corner, naked and covered in bruises, welts, cuts and blood is Faramir. Haldir wants to scoop him up and hold him close, but then he notices that Faramir hasn’t even reacted to his presence, he just sits there mumbling, his eyes fixed on something. Following Faramir’s stare he finds himself confronted with the hardly recognizable and mutilated body of Lexius.

He quickly looks back at Faramir to find that he is clutching a knife in his trembling, blood covered fingers, knuckles white with the power of his grip. Haldir feels his heart sink as he thinks on what must have happened here, what Faramir must have gone through. He closes his eyes for a moment as the mumbled words finally get through to him.

“…don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me…”

Haldir sinks to his knees, not caring about the blood staining his clothes, he wants so badly to reach out and touch Faramir, but he doesn’t know whether his touch is wanted or not, or even if the Faramir he knew is even there anymore. He speaks to Faramir in a hushed tone, he says his name, he tells him it is him, that he has come for him, Faramir won’t you talk to me, please?

But Faramir keeps his eyes on the bloodied corpse and keeps saying the same thing over and over again. Haldir has no idea what to do and finally finds himself give in to the emotions that have haunted him for so long now, as he bends his head and cries.

After a few moments, he suddenly realises that the murmured words have stopped and looks up. Faramir is staring at him, his face expressionless, blue eyes big and hazy; “Don’t cry. Angels don’t cry.”

And then his eyes roll up in his head and his body slumps against the wall and starts to fall to the floor, but Haldir catches him, lifting him up, the knife falls to the floor and Haldir cradles Faramir to him, making his way out of that disgusting room.

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