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

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 20

5 years later.

Faramir awakens and smiles as he tries to squirm out from underneath the weight of his newly acquired husband without waking him. He freezes when Haldir mumbles something, but then he rolls away and Faramir slips out of bed quickly. On bare feet and naked, he makes his way to their small kitchen, lays bread, meats and fruits on a platter and lets his thoughts drift back to the ceremony of the day before.

With these words I bind you to me, my love. Spoken in honesty and true affection, I lay before you, my heart.

His eyes sparkle as he recalls the feeling of silent awe, that yes, those words were about him and spoken by the proud warrior gently holding his hand. He remembers the silent, but smiling Elves that stood around them, he remembers how the light fell onto Haldir’s beautiful blue eyes just before he bent down to catch his lips in the very first kiss of their married life. He remembers how Boromir tried to conceal his misty eyes and then gave up all feeling of dignity to hug his little brother tight, lift him off the ground and spin him around.

Smiling, he takes the platter back with him to the bedroom. He sets it down and makes to wake Haldir, but then he stops himself. Instead he merely takes him in, his friend, his lover, his Angel. Slowly, he reaches out and very gently he brushes some blond strands from his face.

He whispers; “You are beautiful like this. At rest. You are almost never at rest, always guarding those dear to you, always the protector. I’ll let you rest a little longer, guard you for once.”

He grabs one of the sheets that has fallen to the ground, wraps it around him and moves out the door. The fresh morning air greets him, when he opens the door and steps onto their balcony. He just stands there, enjoying the early, almost hesitant sun on his face and the soft breeze that caresses his hair.

The Golden Woods.

Faramir still thinks that it looks like something out of fairy tales, something too beautiful to be able to exist in this world, yet here it is and he is living in it. Surrounded by love and light and far away from the world of Men.

When he first came here, after having woken up in Haldir’s arms that one morning, he felt it weigh so heavily upon him. He was a Man. He was why these glorious creatures were in hiding. It didn’t matter what Haldir told him, he was tainted, unclean, he had murdered, he was truly and completely Man. It made him want to hide himself from them all, he didn’t look anyone in the eyes for many days, despite much reassuring from both his brother and Haldir.

Then, it had felt as if the woods had gotten very still, as if everything held it’s breath and a majestic Elven lady had appeared. All he could do was stare at her open mouthed, while she bent down and whispered in his ear. By the time she stopped talking, he had tears in his eyes and just nodded to her in response. She had simply smiled and gone away again, but her words remained with him till this day.

Welcome Faramir, child of Men.

I have heard your soul cry out to me for many days now, so I came. I came to tell you what you have forgotten. I came to tell you that you are loved and that you love back. Completely and with all your heart.

That there has been so much darkness in your short life, but you conquered it and now you wish to hide the darkness inside you, from all our eyes. I came to tell you that this darkness can not be conquered, it needs to be forgiven. By you and only you. So you will know yourself as we already do.

As he already does.

You will have a wonderful long life together, you were truly meant for each other. The Valar have smiled upon this union.

Forgive yourself, Faramir. Child of Men.

So very slowly, he had. He started to listen to what those around him were saying to him, instead of what his head was telling him they must think of him. Day by day he grew more confident, day by day he allowed himself more to be. He learned to read and astonished himself by devouring book after book in no time at all. It was on one sun filled day, when he sat quietly at the edge of the practising field and watched Boromir train amongst the Elves, in awe over what a powerful warrior his brother had become, that a strange need came over him. He got up and left, a certain pair of blue eyes following his departure.

He went into the hut he shared with his brother, sat down at his desk, took paper and pen and wrote. He wrote about pain and great love, about brothers forced into lovers, about a lost Angel that stood tall and proud and it felt right. He wasn’t sure how, but it fitted. He wrote on with a smile on his face and outside Haldir left the window he had peered through, a matching smile tugging at his lips. Since that day he has written many tales, bringing smiles and tears to many.

So now, many years later, here he stands, at peace, at home. The slave boy that could not read, is now a man, a writer and, Faramir can’t help but smile, a husband.

The door opens and two arms wrap around him. He leans into the familiar warmth and scent of his lover, kissing him on the cheek before turning around to kiss him properly.

“Haldir!” Faramir gasps at the sight of Haldir standing there before him naked and hastily tries to cover them both with his sheet. Haldir lets himself be covered, but then takes Faramir into his arms and says;

“Don’t worry, no one saw, you were guarding me.”

Faramir takes in the twinkle in Haldir’s eyes.

“You heard me?”

Haldir face becomes serious again, as he softly whispers;

“I’ll always hear you.”

The platter of food forgotten, Faramir and Haldir find themselves in their bed. Hands roam over muscled backs, tangle in hair and move back down to caress buttocks. They kiss like all there is, is today, this moment. Legs entwine, hard flesh is rubbed against hard flesh. Faramir gasps, eyes still closed and he licks his lips as Haldir moves down his body. A trail of kisses is followed by fingernails as Faramir’s cock disappears between his lover’s lips. He moves his hips up and moans as Haldir takes all of him in. Their fingers entwine and he holds on tight as Haldir hums around him. He shudders and all thoughts disappear as the need builds and builds and then…

Haldir gently licks him clean, waiting for his lover to catch his breath. When he feels fingers caress his cheek, he moves up for a kiss. He feels Faramir’s tongue lick at his lips, cleaning him in return and he opens up, letting him fully explore, tasting the unique taste of them. It is not until he feels Faramir’s cock stir beneath him, that he sits up.

Faramir smiles that little smile that makes Haldir impossibly harder and then rolls onto his stomach. Letting his left hand caress Faramir’s back and ass, Haldir dips the other into the bowl of oil by the bed and slowly lets one finger tease Faramir’s entrance. Moving it back and forth until Faramir starts to push his ass up. It is only then that he lets one finger slip inside, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover, he decides that it is time and oils himself up.

Even though Faramir is still loose from the night before, he can feel him tense around him when he slowly slips just the head of his dick inside. Gently rubbing Faramir’s back, he stills and waits. When he feels his muscles relax somewhat, he starts to move in short stabs, rocking himself inside Faramir’s ass, getting him to open up more, trying to hit his pleasure spot on every calculated move.

He moves a little faster now, burying himself deeper and deeper inside his lover’s tight, hot body. Faramir throws his head back, arches his back and lets out a long, throaty moan. Haldir hands grip his hips and pulls him back on him, Faramir moves up on his knees and he pushes back on him, meeting Haldir’s every deep, hard thrust.

Fingers grab the sheet as Haldir lets go of one hip to reach beneath his lover’s body, his fingers look for and find Faramir’s cock and curl around it. The temperature rises, the sounds intensify when Haldir moves faster and faster, his hand moving at the same rhythm as the hard flesh sliding in and out of Faramir.

He is so lost by now, just holding on, wanting more and more, wanting this to go on forever, hanging on by a thread, that he is taken by surprise when Faramir moans loudly, clenches down on him and he can feel his cock pulsate in his hand. It is too much. With a few more thrusts, Haldir empties himself inside Faramir’s trembling body and collapses on top of him.

Tiredly, they roll to their sides and kiss. Their eyes almost closed, they exchange words of love and then finally, finally, they sleep. Bodies entwined, hearts joined, they sleep and from somewhere, far away, Angels watch over them, as they always have and always will.

The End

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