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Winter's Rest (R) Print

Written by Monica

09 March 2005 | 25774 words

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Chapter Ten

Faramir looked up from the book he was reading when Elrond returned. He smiled at the Elf lord, as he saw him balancing a large tray of food and drink. Elrond carefully put the tray down on a nearby table and came to the bedside. "Dinner in tonight, I take it?" Faramir asked.

"Most definitely," Elrond agreed, checking Faramir's ankle. There was no further sign of swelling and he was satisfied at the condition of his patient. "How does your ankle feel?"

"It throbs a little," Faramir admitted, "but not bad. It doesn't hurt at all when I keep it still."

Elrond nodded. "And that is one reason to dine in here tonight; you are in no shape to be hopping down to the dining hall."

"I could if necessary" Faramir argued mildly. "You said that is one reason; what is the other?"

Elrond sat down on the edge of the bed and took Faramir's hands in his own. He kissed them, and then smiled at his young love. "I do not want to waste a single moment of this evening."

Faramir looked puzzled for a moment, and then his eyes grew wide. "Do you mean what I think you mean?" he asked hopefully. Elrond nodded again, his smile growing to match Faramir's grin.

"You have persuaded me, my love. Tonight I am yours." Elrond found himself with an armful of warm Steward as Faramir hurled himself at the Elf, hugging and kissing him. The healer laughed in between their kisses until he put his hands gently on either side of Faramir's face and made the young man pull back a bit.

"Thank you," Faramir whispered. Elrond shook his head.

"Thank you, my love, for being persistent with an old Elf who is too cautious most of the time." Faramir chuckled in agreement as Elrond stood up and went to the table. "But first we should eat something." He made himself turn away to pick up the plates of food.

They ate slowly, talking of small matters and enjoying each others company. Faramir practically glowed with happiness and his joy was contagious. Elrond smiled at his young lover, idly thinking how utterly desirable Faramir looked and that he had indeed been a fool to deny Faramir this intimacy. Elrond understood that there had been precious little joy in Faramir's life and he was determined to change that.

The food on the tray was soon emptied, and Elrond made himself leave Faramir's side one last time to put the tray on a table near the door. He brought the bottle of wine back with him, and placed it on the nightstand beside their glasses. Faramir smiled as the Elf lay down next to him and soon they were kissing softly, Faramir happily stretched out, Elrond carefully lying on top of him. They exchanged kisses and caresses until Faramir sighed and pulled back a bit so he could look at the Elf.

"I'm afraid that I am not terribly certain what to do," he admitted ruefully. Elrond chuckled and kissed his brow.

"All that time in the library and you never came across the more interesting texts stored in there?" he teased.

Faramir grinned back. "Of course I found them," he said. "But while the poets wrote lovely emotions there was precious little insight into the precise details. Quite annoying of them, I must say."

"Ah, some things are best left to the imagination," Elrond explained with a smile. "I know that this is new for you, my love. Will you trust me and let me guide you as best I can?"

"I do trust you," Faramir answered firmly. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never do that," Elrond assured him. He kissed Faramir again and then stood up and began slowly removing his robes and shoes. Faramir watched him lazily, his eyes appreciatively examining each part of skin that was revealed. When Elrond stood before him completely unclothed there was only admiration and love in Faramir's gaze, no apprehension at all. Elrond smiled, and then began to pull off Faramir's clothes, the steward sitting up to help him. When Faramir was as unclothed Elrond the Elf bent and easily picked him up into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Faramir asked curiously as Elrond carried him toward the bathing chamber.

"I think perhaps a warm bath is an excellent idea," Elrond said.

"A perfect idea," Faramir agreed cheerfully. He sighed as Elrond lowered him into the warm water. Elrond had returned to the room an hour earlier when Faramir had been napping to light the coals in the braziers under the metal tub. The water had warmed nicely and Faramir grinned as the Elf joined him. They had shared baths before, but Elrond had been strict about keeping some small distance between them and truthfully, Faramir had been rather nervous himself. Now he was relaxed and looking forward to what the night would bring.

Elrond drew Faramir onto his lap and they kissed, pulling apart only to gently soap the other one, enjoying the warmth and intimacy. Faramir was well aware of Elrond's growing arousal and his own manhood grew in response. He shifted a little, deliberately brushing against Elrond, and the Elf growled a little.

"Imp," he murmured into one ear. He kissed the lobe and Faramir was the one now growling. "What are you trying to do?"

Farmir had to giggle as Elrond continued to kiss his ear. He'd had no idea that was a ticklish spot for him and he knew Elrond was quite pleased with his discovery. "Well, you were the one complaining about how old you are," he started to explain, then he laughed again as Elrond tickled his poor ear with kisses.

"Old?" Elrond asked, one eyebrow raised indignantly. "I will show you who is experienced here, youngling." He turned Faramir to face him and soon the man was joyfully accepting fierce kisses and caresses that made him tremble.

Elrond ran a hand lightly down Faramir's chest, and slowly closed around his cock. He watched for any sign of nervousness, but Faramir just sighed and threw his head back at the touch. Encouraged, Elrond set about stroking him and was rewarded with soft groans. He knew that Faramir truly trusted him and his heart warmed with happiness.

"Have you done this before?" Elrond asked softly.

"Not…with another male," Faramir managed to answer. He was trying to kiss the Elf, but Elrond's hand on his cock was distracting him far too much, and he decided to just enjoy it. It did not take long before he felt his release coming and his hands tightened around Elrond's shoulders.

"Then accept this first gift, my love," Elrond whispered, kissing his ear. In response Faramir tensed and then cried out as his release exploded within him. Shaking and trembling, he arched his back and then fell into Elrond's arms.

It was some minutes before Faramir regained his wits and then he kissed the Elf softly, sighing in contentment. "Thank you," he said. Elrond answered him with another kiss and soon he felt the Elf cuddling him against his chest and then rising from the bath. The part of Faramir's brain still thinking reflected how strong his lover truly was as Elrond stepped out of the bath and stood Faramir on his feet only long enough to dry them quickly with a warmed towel. Then he was swept back up and carried to the bed.

Faramir stretched out on the bed once he was lowered down, making himself comfortable and eagerly accepting Elrond as the Elf stretched out over him. It felt warm and incredibly safe in Elrond's arms, and Faramir delighted as he learned what touches made the healer tremble, thoroughly enjoying his exploration. He sighed in bliss as Elrond's fingertips caressed his cheeks; the touch was soft and fleetingly magical as the Elf did his own exploring and discovery. His eyes drifted shut as the fingers continued to wander down.

Faramir was a virgin to male intercourse, but not naïve and he knew what to expect. When he felt Elrond rise up off him he opened his eyes to see the healer taking a small flask of oil from the night table. He felt nervous, but unhesitatingly accepted the Elf back into his arms, knowing what Elrond was doing. He parted his legs at the gentle urging and took a deep breath to calm himself.

Elrond's healing touch could be used in many ways, and he drew upon that gift now to make their joining as painless as possible for Faramir. His heart filled with joy as Faramir accepted him without hesitation and by the time his well oiled finger found the small opening it was seeking, Faramir was looking at him with only love and anticipation. The healer took his time preparing the tiny spot, watching as Faramir's eyes drifted shut. The steward was nearly purring as he grew accustomed to the touch, and Elrond poured all his powers into easing the tight muscles. He told himself firmly to not rush his young love, and it was only when Faramir shifted under him, reaching for the oil flask, that he drew back. Faramir smiled as he poured the oil onto his hands and confidentially coated the Elf's manhood, then lay back in invitation.

Faramir's eyes were wide open, watching the Elf as their bodies joined. There was some pain, but it was fleeting and he concentrated on the pleasurable feelings, quickly becoming swept up in the passion. Dimly he heard soft cries of joy and knew they came from him and Elrond. When the pleasure peaked he closed his eyes and for the first time in his life truly gave himself over to the joy he felt in his body and soul.


EPILOGUE

The birds sang in the trees, welcoming the return of Spring. They were joyous that winter was gone and cared not of the beings in the courtyard of Rivendell who seemed disappointed that spring had truly come to the land. The birds thought the Elves and Men were quite silly anyway, and paid them no attention as they continued their songs.

Standing by his horse, Faramir took a deep breath to steady himself. Feeling Elrond's warm hand on his shoulder, he smiled and took comfort from the touch.

They had said their private good-byes earlier and now all that remained was for Faramir to begin his trip back to Minas Tirith. His Rangers stood a polite distance away, visiting quietly with the Elves that had come to see them off. Faramir tightened the last strap on the saddle and turned to face his lover.

"We will see each other in a few months," Elrond said. He had decided to journey to Gondor for the next winter, and Faramir was looking forward to showing him around his city.

"I will count the days," Faramir answered, and from Elrond's smile he knew the Elf would do the same. "I will never regret any of the time we have together."

Gandalf smiled at the two, his heart light at seeing the love they shared. "I will be only a few days behind, Faramir," he said. "We will have much to do to help restore Gondor to its glory and the time will pass quickly until fall." He looked at the Elf. "And we will expect you before the first snows; do not be late for this one will likely coming looking for you." Faramir laughed softly at the teasing, knowing it was true. Elrond simply looked his usual calm self, but Faramir saw his eyes twinkle in amusement.

The steward took a deep breath and turn to face the wizard. "Thank you, Ada," he said softly. Gandalf startled at the word, and Elrond raised one eyebrow. Faramir looked shy, but nodded. "Denethor is my father, but you are Ada," he said carefully, his words quiet so only they could hear. "May I call you that?"

Gandalf reached out and hugged the steward fiercely. "Of course," he said. He continued to hug the prince and only let go when Elrond cleared his throat subtly.

It took all his will to mount his horse, but Faramir would not leave this place sad. He touched Elrond's shoulder and felt the Elf's healing power pass to him one more time, this time soothing his heart. He smiled at them, and then turned his horse to the path to Gondor.


weeks later

The bells of the city heralded the return of the Steward, and Faramir was a bit overwhelmed at all who welcomed him back to Minas Tirith. It was sometime before he was able to politely get past all the people and headed for retreat to his own apartments. He just had time for a quick bath before joining the king and queen for supper. Aragorn had smiled mysteriously when he had directed the Steward to his rooms and Faramir wondered whatever the king could be up to this time. He opened the door to his bedroom and stopped short at the sight that greeted him.

Sitting in the middle of his bed was a huge stuffed dragon, looking freshly washed and fluffed. Faramir stared at it for a long minute before noticing that it had a card on a ribbon around its neck. He sat down on the bed and opened the card, recognizing at once Elrond's writing.

*We both love you* the card read. Faramir smiled, and knew it was true.

THE END

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7 Comment(s)

this is a very good story,i hope you continue this love it hould follow faramir back to Gondor7 pick-up Elrond not being abe to stay away. but its a beautiful story

chela — chela    Monday 30 April 2007, 4:36    #

I agree with chela. There should be one more chapter to Elrond’s and Faramir’s story. Perhaps Elrond’s last days in Middle Earth? This was wonderful.

— balrog    Saturday 12 January 2008, 10:47    #

This is a very good story. It’s one of the first stories I ever read on this site, and I think it’s one of the stories that inspired me to start writing on my own! Thank you for this lovely story. :)

— Morwen    Saturday 2 January 2010, 20:56    #

A very nice story.
Well written with a good plot.
Thank you for sharing it.

— Lille Mermeid    Saturday 26 June 2010, 15:57    #

Almost a year has gone by, and I’m back to read this story again. I love it so. :) I hope you write more stuff soon!

— Morwen    Thursday 30 December 2010, 10:52    #

Wow, lovely story!
It made me laugh and say a few “Aaaw“s, and the “I am your father!” Amazing!
One of the best I’ve read ^^

— Laivindur    Sunday 6 January 2013, 1:57    #

I really enjoyed this..you have a great way of depicting both Faramir and Elrond that seemed so natural and believable. Thanks for thsi

— sian22    Saturday 23 August 2014, 0:55    #

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