Forever And For Always By Summer Beta read by: Achila Email me at: Summersfanfiction@hotmail.com Class: Slash Warnings: Mpreg story, don’t like, don’t read. Pairings: Boromir/Frodo, Frodo/Faramir Disclaimer: I don’t own them, nope, not at all. I can still have fun playing with them though. Brief Writer’s note: I thought first to name this story Knocked Up Frodo but then thought, no that would just be plain mean. I thought up this little idea a few days ago about a pregnant Frodo who should lose his lover and what would happen? Who would stand in? Who would comfort Frodo in his hour of need? Well this is the one I wrote. I intended it to be humorous but that is not what happened. Oh and before I forget, this is not a song fic, but I adore that song by Shaina Twain ‘Forever and For Always’ and when ever I hear that song I can only in vision Frodo pining for love. He still couldn’t believe he was gone. Frodo had learned of Boromir’s death when he was captured by the Gondorian Rangers months ago. Faramir, their leader and coincidentally, Boromir's brother, had confirmed his death, presenting Boromir’s horn as proof. But even so, Frodo had hoped that somehow it was all a mistake and that Boromir would be waiting for him if he could just survive the Quest. Their parting had been bitter and painful. The Ring had finally overtaken the proud warrior, who had sworn his own oath to protect Frodo and help him to destroy the One Ring. Boromir had even gone so far as to threaten to kill the hobbit. Even when Frodo heard Boromir’s cries of sorrow, the hobbit found he couldn’t go back. No, you can never go back. The journey had finally come to an end and though Frodo had given up hope of surviving this quest, somehow by the grace of the Valar, he had. He and Sam and almost all of the Fellowship, save one. Boromir. Frodo hadn’t fallen in love with the Son of the Steward immediately. When they had first met, the hobbit found him far too arrogant and annoying to be of any interest. However gradually, along the journey to Mordor, Frodo had found himself developing feelings for Boromir. It was everything about him. The way he walked, the way he talked. They way he smiled. It was in Lothlorien, in the depths of Frodo's despair over the death of Gandalf in Moria, that Boromir had come to him with an offer of comfort. Frodo had found himself lost in the green eyes of the human, and as a result, they made love all through the night. When it was revealed in Galadriel's mirror that Boromir would be the one to betray him, Frodo had secretly ignored her warning, hoping that their blossoming love would somehow stop Boromir from this dreadful act. It didn’t. The One Ring had been too powerful. Frodo knew that without a doubt, for he had heard its bittersweet call and like Boromir, had fallen for its siren song. It was over now, or so Frodo had believed, when he awoke in Minas Tirith to find himself reunited with his friends and his beloved Wizard. All but one, of course. Frodo had finally accepted the truth that Boromir was dead. For a week, Frodo had drowned himself in his grief and tears. Sam had tried to comfort him, Merry and Pippin had tried to make him laugh, Legolas had sung to him and even Aragorn had tried to use his healing hands to mend the broken- hearted hobbit. They had known of the intimate relationship and unconditionally provided comfort and support in Frodo’s desolation and loss. None of it had worked. For how could it, when already Frodo could feel the growing being inside his body. So far, he had been able to keep his pregnancy hidden from most everyone. But it wouldn’t be long now before it was discovered. Frodo had blamed his sickness and weakness mostly on the Ring, but in truth, not all his illness could be blamed on the Dark Lord’s Ring of power. Frodo had dreaded it at the start. Believing it impossible, but Frodo soon realized that he was indeed with babe when he had felt the small lump down by his abdomen. Frodo knew it was Boromir’s child that he carried, he did not know how it happened, but it seemed to be the only light that existed in his now dark world. He was beginning to show more clearly now. Frodo tenderly rubbed his stomach and allowed another tear to fall from his eyes. Oh, Boromir. Would you have been happy to have heard this news? Or would you have been angry and ashamed? It did not matter, Frodo would carry the baby and if all turned out well, he would care for this child until the end of his days. Alone of course. As if Cracked Frodo Baggins wasn’t gossiped about enough in the Shire, giving birth to a human child would be the final straw, and they would never stop talking about him. Or shun them both. It didn’t matter, no. For Frodo would love this child forever and beyond. It was the one last reminder of the love he and Boromir had shared. It was a blessing. But alone? Sam would remain faithfully at his side. He would do what he could for his master and his master’s child. Sam was the only one that knew of his predicament. Sam had discovered the truth last night, when he had come running into the bedroom, hearing Frodo’s cries and believing someone had gotten into his Master’s chambers and was harming him. Sam had cuddled with his master, trying his best to console him and then had mistakenly touched Frodo’s stomach, blanching when he felt the small lump. Frodo had to tell him everything, believing truly that Sam would just up and leave him in shame and anger. But Sam, his Sam, his gentle Gardener had done no such thing. Oh, he had raved about Boromir and Frodo's foolishness, but Sam had stayed the whole night holding Frodo in his arms and trying his best to comfort his master. Sam had gone just an hour or so ago to get breakfast. Alone now, Frodo stared out his window and sighed, realizing his dilemma was indeed dire. How would he birth the baby? Who would not react to Frodo’s pregnancy in disgust and throw him out into the streets? He could ask Aragorn to help him. Aragorn would not leave him, no matter how disgusted he was over this event. He would help to see this child born safely into this world. Then, perhaps, he would send Frodo as far away as possible from Gondor. It’s what he deserved after all. Elrond? But he intended to go into the West. There was no telling when the elves would truly leave Middle-Earth. Elves vowing their time was near could mean a few days to a hundred years for all Frodo knew. Elrond would truly help him. Frodo had heard that although it was rare these days, a few male elves had gotten pregnant long ago,. Yes, Elrond could help him. So long as he remained in Middle-Earth, that is. Feeling the weight upon his shoulders, Frodo moved back to the bed and climbing back into it, Frodo allowed the tears to hit full force; he wept sadly in confusion and fear. What was he going to do? What could he do? *Oh, Boromir, why, oh why did you have to get yourself killed? Why couldn’t you have lived like all the others?* A sudden knock had Frodo wipe his tears away to see a tall, handsome form standing at the doorway. He was well dressed and looked like a vision in his royal clothing. Faramir. Boromir’s brother. Frodo remembered the stern, but fair ranger and felt his heart summersault at how different and yet alike the brothers were. “Frodo, I was just walking past when I heard some noise...Are you all right, little one? Shall I send for Aragorn?” Frodo felt himself long to reach out to him, to anyone for help. He was so lost now, more lost then when he carried the Ring. What was he going to do? He couldn’t bare this alone. He just couldn’t. Moving towards Frodo, Faramir bent down and looked up into the Hobbit’s eyes. “So it is true? Isn’t it? You are pregnant.” Faramir touched Frodo’s abdomen and his face screwed up in almost anger. Frodo flinched at the stare, not sure what to do. To run or hide? Would Faramir toss him out a window in anger or simply spit venomous words of the carelessness of hobbits? Seeing the fear in Frodo’s eyes, Faramir softened his glare. “I-I accidentally overheard Samwise telling Gandalf and your cousins of this event. He was most distressed, feeling you might do harm to yourself in your condition. They will be coming shortly. Aragorn as well.” Frodo felt himself pale in terror. No, no this is what he dreaded all along. How could Sam have revealed this to everyone? Now they would all be appalled at him. Faramir gently took Frodo’s hand into his own. “Frodo, be calm, dear one. I know what it is in your thoughts, and it is not what you fear. They are not angry or disgusted at this turn of events, but concerned for your welfare. As am I.” “But you are angry . You are disgusted.” Somehow Frodo had found the words to speak. Faramir did not deny them. “Yes, I am angry and I am disgusted. But not at you or this baby, but rather, at Boromir and his negligence. His lack of common sense. Oh, Frodo. I am only angry at Boromir. Not you. Never you.” Frodo sighed. Unable to look the ranger in the eye, he stared down at his feet. “I loved Boromir. I loved him . He promised...he promised that after the quest... we would be together and that....” Frodo bit his lip and the tears came falling down his cheeks. “I am sure Boromir meant every word, but dear Frodo, the Ring was too strong for him to resist. In time, I hope you can forgive him.” Frodo nodded and refused to look up. “Frodo, Frodo... look at me.” Frodo wouldn’t. Faramir cupped Frodo’s chin and stared deep into the sad eyes that at once pierced his very soul. “Oh Frodo. If my brother were here right now, I would wring his neck. You have already suffered so much, you deserve no more pain. Only infinite love. I only wish...I wish....” Frodo’s eyes narrowed in anger. “No! No, do not give me your pity! I don’t want your pity!” Removing Faramir’s hands from him, Frodo jumped from the bed and sought freedom and distance at the other end of the room. Frodo stood by the fireplace and gazed into the roaring flames. “It is not pity I wish to give you, Frodo. From the moment I saw you in that forest. From the moment I looked at you in the secret caves. I found my heart ensnared and captured by you.” Frodo refused to turn to him. He only closed his eyes and wept silently. “I think that is why I hardened my heart against you, how I strove so hard to be unemotional in your presence. So you could not see my feelings and use it to set yourself and Sam free. Don’t you see, Frodo? It was not the Ring I wished to take from you. The ring is not the reason I forced you and Sam back to Ithillien or to my father. I sought only to get you somewhere safe. So that perhaps when this war was over, perhaps I could then give you what you so desperately seek.” “And what it is that I seek?” “Love.” Frodo sighed. “I have gotten enough of THAT. It is love that has created my current predicament.” “It is Boromir’s, then?” “Yes.” “And to think that my father’s last thoughts were of his line ending and that all had come to ruin with the loss of both his sons. Boromir will live yet again, with this child.” Frodo shook his head in sorrow. “For that I am pleased. Now I seek only one thing. To be a part of this child’s life and a part of yours.” Frodo opened his eyes and turned back to glare at Faramir. “Are you mad?” “Hardly, or is it you have heard nothing I said. I shall say it more plainly. I love you, Frodo. I love you. You have lay claim to my heart.” “What of Eowyn...?” “She is a friend, Frodo, nothing more.” “You can’t be serious. You cannot mean any of this. I am a male hobbit, a pregnant male hobbit. And one who bears the human child of Boromir, son of the Steward. Why do you not recoil at my presence? At my shame?” “An unborn child should never be looked upon in shame. Only with love and hope. Frodo, I know your heart is wounded and that you will always love Boromir but please...won’t you at least allow me to try to heal some of the pain? To take responsibility for my brother’s thoughtless act?” “Ah, is that what this is? You feel guilt?” Faramir shook his head angrily. “That is not what I meant.” “It is so! Well, you need not worry about fulfilling your duty as the last living steward of Gondor. I am not a helpless child, although my size may deem me otherwise. I am a fully grown adult and I am more than capable of providing for this child. Do not burden yourself with-” Before Frodo could finish, Faramir had moved to Frodo and, falling to his knees, he grabbed Frodo into his arms and pressed his lips against the hobbit's. Frodo gasped at the embrace and for a moment, he struggled until he could no longer. Instead, he fell into the embrace and melted into it. Faramir gently stroked the hobbit in his arms and continued to kiss and hold him lovingly, trying with all his might to show Frodo that he truly meant what he said. That he loved Frodo. When Faramir finally broke the kiss, Frodo stared up at him in sorrow. “This changes nothing. It would not be any more acceptable in your world than mine.” “Then we will go someplace where it will.” “Where?” “Rivendell.” Frodo stared at him in sadness. “Impossible. It's all impossible, hopeless. Faramir, please. I can‘t...I can‘t do this again. I cannot give my heart away yet again. There will be nothing left of me if I do.” “I won’t let you fall. I won’t ever let you go, unless by death itself. Frodo, let me try. Let me be the one to hold you for the days to come. To help you bring forth this child. To be a father to Boromir’s child. To love you both for the rest of our lives.” “It's too much to ask . I don’t even know if I could ever come to love you in return.” “Do you at least not find me repulsive?” Frodo shrugged. “Of course I find you attractive. You are the most handsome of men. It is not that, and indeed I do think of you as a friend, but we have only known each other for a day or so. There is so much I do not know of you.” “Then perhaps it is time ...Frodo, give me until the birth of this child. Give me a chance to show you my love and to allow us to truly get to know one another and if by the time the child is born, you still have no feelings for me at all...then I will let you go.” Frodo gave it long thought, then finally he looked up into the soft and kind eyes and nodded. “Until the baby is born.” *** Seven months later-Minas Tirith “Its a girl!” Gandalf held the baby swathed in white linen and cooed happily at the little creature who looked very much like any other hobbit with her big feet and pointed ears. She even had her father’s features -- dark brown, curly hair and deep, blue eyes. “She is beautiful!” cried Merry. “Oh, please may I hold her!” Pippin begged. “You wait your turn, Peregrin Took. Mr. Frodo hasn’t even seen her yet!” Samwise Gamgee chimed in. “My, oh my, Mr. Frodo. She looks just like you.” “She has Boromir's lips and nose,” Gimli commented. “Hello, sweet little one, I hope you know you have had a great many dotting uncles waiting anxiously for your birth!” “You are born into a world of peace, may it always be so throughout your life.” Legolas gave a brief elven blessing and then stepped back to allow the others room. Aragorn took the baby from Gandalf and moved towards the bed where a form lay exhausted and barely conscious after the ordeal of birth, but had begged for news on the condition of the child. “She is fine, Frodo. Be at peace. Here she is.” He laid her at Frodo’s side, cupped in his arms, and Frodo wept in joy at the sight of the beautiful baby. “She IS beautiful! Oh Aragorn, Elrond, thank you for being here.” Cleansing away the last remains of the birth, Elrond turned to the Hobbit and smiled. “When you are strong enough, my invitation is open to come to Rivendell. When ever you feel the child may be in danger or you just need rest, my home is welcome to you. Forever and For Always.” With a smile on his face, Elrond left the room. Frodo smiled in happiness. Elrond had already confirmed that although he did indeed intend to leave for the West, he had been graced by a message from Manwe that he may remain until Arwen’s passing . Of course, that would not be for many years yet to come. “Before Frodo goes to Rivendell, he will first go to the Shire. After all, this little one should see where her father...ahm, well, one of them, came from.” Sam laughed and tickled the baby's chin and in return, the baby reached out with her hand to clutch at Sam. She even opened her mouth and attempted to giggle. “See, even she looks eager for the visit. Wait 'til you see the Party Tree...ahm, Mr. Frodo have you thought of a name for her?” Frodo grinned and looked over his shoulder to see the silent watcher staring at the two he loved most in this world. “Faramir?” Not thinking, Sam scratched his head in confusion. “Faramir...isn’t that a boys name? I think...” Seeing everyone’s amused looks, Sam blushed. “Oh!” Faramir leaned forward and with one hand on Frodo’s shoulder and the other on the baby's head, he smiled and spoke. “We will call her Aurora Hope, a child of hope born in the light of day.” “Welcome, Aurora Hope. Welcome to Middle-Earth...and into the Fourth Age.” Whispered Frodo as he bent low and kissed her forehead and at once, the baby made a low, happy gurgle. “I shall send for a wet nurse to come shortly to feed the little one.” Aragorn paused as if not sure if he should take his leave. Then, seeing his wife, Arwen, smiling, standing in the doorway, he left. Shortly afterwards, Gandalf hustled out Legolas and Gimli, with the three hobbits in tow. Alone in the room , Frodo and Faramir looked on adoringly at the new life which lay before them. “Well, Frodo Baggins , I can say without a doubt that Boromir would have been overjoyed at this sight. She is lovely. She shall break many hearts when she grows up.” At once Frodo frowned at the Prince of Ithillien. “She hasn’t even had her first meal and you are already trying to marry my daughter off?! Human men!” Seeing the sparkle in Frodo’s eyes, Faramir laughed and stroked Frodo’s cheek. Frodo leaned into it, allowing the caress. “I fear to ask this, but I am a man of my word. The child is born. We have had seven months to get to know one another and to learn from each other. Despite never forgetting your first love, can I dare to hope that you could grace me with one small part of your heart? Frodo smiled. “No, I shall not give you a small piece of my heart.” Reaching out and touching Faramir’s hand at the stricken look given him, Frodo shook his head. “I shall give you and my daughter all my heart. Oh, Faramir. Boromir’s love was fleeting, I knew that from the start. Somehow I knew it was never meant to be. It still causes me pain, but it has lessened in time. Know truly that my love is yours now, and it shall be forever and for always.” Happy beyond words, Faramir bestowed upon Frodo a tender kiss. Shortly afterwards, Frodo fell into a peaceful and happy sleep. Faramir kept watch over his new daughter and his greatest love, looking forward to a bright future filled with hope and peace in the days to come. The end!