Title:  Absence of Fear
Author: Anorien and Sairalinde 
Type: FPS
Pairing: Haldir/Faramir…mention of Elladan/Elrohir, Rumil/Orophin, 
Boromir/Aragorn
Rating: NC-17 
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Abuse both physical and sexual. Incest. 
Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien owns the characters. This story is A.U. of book 
canon. Faramir is based on David Wenham’s portrayal of the character in the 
movieverse of Peter Jackson.  This was written in fun that's all. 
Feedback: Yes please send to sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com 
or thechroniclesofosgiliath @ yahoo.com
Archiving: OEAM, Library of Moria, The Chronicles of Osgiliath, Saira's 
Library, other's ask. 
Summary: A.U. Haldir comes to Gondor for a meeting with the Steward and 
finds himself intrigued by the Steward’s youngest son. 
Notes: Please note that this story IS Alternate Universe. All the things you 
THOUGHT you knew from the books and movies MAY or MAY NOT be 
different.

// Indicate thoughts

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Haldir stared at Denethor in amazement. The Silvan Elf had never met a man as 
obtuse and dead set against change as the Steward sitting across the table from 
him, glaring at Haldir and his brothers. 

"My Lord Denethor," Haldir said, determined to keep his voice neutral. "We are 
*not* here to take over your city, I assure you.  We are *trying* to form an 
alliance with Gondor." 

Denethor bit back a snarl and leveled his gaze at the blonde Elf before him.  He 
*hated* Elves.  They should all die a slow, painful death at the hands of a 
balrog, as far as he was concerned.   And of all the Elves he hated, Haldir was 
quickly getting to be high on his list.  Arrogant, cold, and haughty…even his 
own brothers said little to him.  And *where* was Faramir?  He knew better 
than to be late…especially when this meeting with these insufferable Elves had 
been scheduled for days.  //Of course, Boromir would have been on time.  And 
he would have handled this, rather than forcing the steward to waste his time in 
such a manner.  Typical Faramir though…the boy could do very little right.  Ah 
well…he could pay dearly for this.  Very, very dearly.//

~~~


Faramir rushed towards the large double doors of the council chamber. He was 
late and he was certain his father would be furious even if his excuse were a 
perfectly good one. 

Slapping at the dust on his sleeve he took a deep breath and looked at the guards 
who flanked the doorway. Both had a look of sympathy in their eyes...they 
knew much of what the young man had endured in these halls. Taking a deep 
breath as the guard opened the door he strode through trying to keep his head 
up. He knew that with visitors, especially *these* visitors his father would want 
him to look every bit of the Stewards son even if he wasn't the one he wanted to 
be attending this meeting. 

"My deepest apologies for my tardiness," he said bowing as his father looked up 
and gave him a piercing look.

Denethor studied his son for a moment, wishing with all his heart that just 
*once* Faramir could do something right. Considering Faramir's preoccupation 
with the Elves, he was surprised he hadn't been here fawning over the creatures 
from the moment they'd arrived. At least he would have been spared listening to 
Haldir, who, Denethor had no doubt, was not to be trusted under any 
circumstances. 

Turning his attention back to Faramir, Denethor rolled his eyes. "Just once, 
Faramir," he ground out between gritted teeth, "I would ask you not to 
embarrass me in front of our guests. Now kindly sit down and try not to 
embarrass me further." 

Haldir took advantage of the Steward's distraction and conferred with his 
brothers. They were obviously getting nowhere with their discussions, and he 
was almost to the point of asking to speak to one of the Gondorian councilors 
instead. Both his brothers agreed, and Haldir looked up to address Denethor 
once again. 

Before he could speak, his gaze traveled to the young man that was sitting 
timidly beside the Steward. He was the most beautiful man Haldir had ever 
seen, and he found himself wishing he would look up to meet his gaze.   His 
breath caught in his throat and his fingers curled in his lap as he fought the urge 
to reach across the table and gently tilt the young man’s face up so he could see 
his eyes.

"I am Haldir, " he said softly, ignoring Denethor's murderous look and staring at 
the young man. "I do not believe I have had the pleasure of making your 
acquaintance."  //Pen velui (lovely one), you are beautiful.  Please look at me.// 

Realizing one of the Elven ambassadors were addressing him, Faramir looked 
up slowly his eyes meeting with dazzling blue eyes. He realized he was staring 
for a moment as he looked at the Elf. He was quite simply the most stunning 
being he'd ever encountered in his life. 

"I..." clearing his throat he attempted a small smile, "I am Faramir, I am honored 
to meet you Master Elf," he said softly his gaze soon drifting back to the table. 
He could feel his father's eyes on him and wished yet again that he could have 
gone to Rohan instead of Boromir. 

Haldir reluctantly drug his eyes away from the young man, noting that he had 
the clearest, most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. He was fairer than any Elf, 
and Haldir longed to learn more of him even though he seemed determined to 
stare unrelentingly at the table. 

//Faramir// The name rang in Haldir's ears long after Denethor began to speak - 
rather, to argue once more - and the three Silvan Elves were soon embroiled in 
yet another heated discussion about borders and Rangers and unwanted 
alliances. 

During the discussion Faramir listened patiently, all the while stealing glances 
at the one named Haldir. His long straight hair shone like Mithril in the waning 
sunlight. He relayed the information his father wanted him to, but carefully 
avoided offering any opinions or suggestions though many had come to mind. 

He knew that his ideas would not be welcomed. He would instead wait until 
Boromir returned and offer the ideas to him, they would be accepted by their 
father without question, but if he made them they would barely leave his lips 
before they were dismissed. 

As the negotiations seemed to be drawing to a close he looked up to see Haldir 
staring at him. Immediately his face flushed and he looked back down at the 
table not wanting his father to notice. //Why would an Elf even bother himself 
to look at someone like me? Perhaps my late arrival has offended him too? //

"Enough." Denethor stood and, forgoing all further pleasantries, stormed out of 
the room. Having to spend several hours with both his lesser son and these 
arrogant Lorien Elves was more than he could bear.  He made no attempt to 
keep his words from being heard, and he grumbled every step of the way until 
the doors closed behind him.

'At least Faramir isn't quoting that old fool, Mithrandir,' Denethor thought 
angrily as he strode to his chambers. Faramir was naive and easily misled by the 
vile old wizard, and had the irritating habit of agreeing with him in most cases - 
even siding with him on occasion. And those Elves! If *only* his good son were 
here, Boromir could take these inconsequential meetings and leave Denethor to 
his more pressing duties of running his city. But, alas, he was always left with 
the *other* son.  The son who was good for only one thing - and he wasn't even 
very good at that. Slamming the door to his bedroom, Denethor left word with a 
guard for Faramir to report to him at once after he left the meeting hall. At least 
he would find *some* relief on this day. 

Faramir winced as his father had stood up quickly half expecting a fist to land 
on his back as it had at other times when his father grew frustrated. Keeping his 
head down until his father had cleared the large doorway he looked up slowly, 
"I am sorry," he said softly. 

Haldir, startled at the rather abrupt and obvious dismissal, turned his attention 
back to Faramir. "I think your father has much to learn of Elven ways," he 
smiled at the young man. "You, however, seem to be more open to change…and 
offers of assistance."  


Orophin and Rumil turned to look at their older brother in surprise.  He was 
actually being kind to a total stranger!  He was rarely even kind to those he 
knew well, and he was being positively solicitous to the steward’s son.  They 
wisely kept their mouths closed and moved across the room, studying their 
brother intently.  

"My...openness to change and assistance is of no consequence. I wish I could be 
of more help. Perhaps if your party is able to stay until my brother Boromir 
returns you will find my father more...cooperative." Faramir stood up and 
bowed slightly to the Elves as he spotted a guard looking in the door sadly at 
him. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to swallow the lump forming in 
his throat. Father was irritated, and he would pay for it as always. 

Haldir studied Faramir carefully for a moment before speaking. "No 
consequence?" he said slowly, noticing the way Faramir's eyes looked toward 
the door and almost visibly winced. //Whatever could bring so much sadness to 
such beautiful eyes?//

Rumil and Orophin began speaking quietly, wondering if this Elf speaking so 
kindly to Faramir was actually their brother.  He *looked* like him, but his 
entire demeanor had changed.  He was smiling!  Their brother *never* smiled.  
And he was speaking softly, seemingly trying to get the young man he was 
speaking with to relax.  

Shaking his head, Haldir tried to remain focused and not get distracted by those 
blue eyes that made him want to forget everything and everyone else on Arda.  
It was not like him at all to be so taken with anyone….let alone a mortal man!  
He prided himself on having ties to no one, and keeping any emotions he felt 
well under wraps.  Yet something inside him refused to allow anything but kind 
and soothing words to fall from his lips, and before he knew it, he was speaking 
again.  "As the son of the Steward, I would imagine you are well versed in 
strategy…and would know that turning away a powerful ally is never a wise 
choice." Standing up, Haldir walked to Faramir's side. "Maybe it is you that we 
should be speaking to, instead of your Father?"
 
Faramir looked up from his intent study of the floor when Haldir spoke and he 
began shaking his head, "Please...please do not ever say that in my father's 
presence," he found himself begging. If his father ever heard those words there 
was no telling what sort of rage it would throw him into.   “I...I am not...my 
brother will be returning from Rohan soon...I think you will find it easier to deal 
with my father when he is present," Faramir said softly, his gaze dropping away 
from the beautiful eyes of the Elf. "I must go," he said glancing at the guard still 
standing in the doorway. He knew that if he  tarried too long it would only 
enrage his father more and it would be even more painful. //Just go...get it over 
with.//  

Haldir's eyes widened in shock at the panicked undercurrent present in Faramir's 
voice. The young man was obviously frightened. Could he have misread the 
piercing blue eyes so completely? Was Faramir of the same mindset as his 
father? Did he so dislike and fear the Elves that he would use any excuse to flee 
from their presence? Or was the fear directly related to Denethor, and not Haldir 
and his brothers? 

"Faramir," Haldir said gently, fighting the urge to place his hand on Faramir's 
arm.  He wondered for a moment what had gotten into him.  He didn’t like 
touching people, and he didn’t like being touched.  Yet his brain and his heart 
seemed to be at odds with each other as he moved closer to the young man who 
seemed so frightened and innocent.  "I will do as you wish. I will say nothing to 
your Father. But I would like to speak with you again, privately. I would like to 
have at least one ally in Gondor."

Faramir looked back up and gave a tentative smile, "You do have an ally in 
me...but I'm afraid that will do little to help your cause," he said softly. "I would 
like to speak to you but...I will be required to explain my tardiness this 
afternoon and I fear if I keep him waiting much longer his mood will darken 
even further," Faramir explained carefully. 

Haldir's heart beat faster as Faramir turned and smiled at him. His smile is as 
mesmerizing as his eyes, Haldir thought to himself. "Then I shall look forward 
to speaking with you again, my friend," he said softly. "I will leave you to your 
duties, and hope that our paths shall cross again before I must take leave of your 
fair city."

"I hope that as well," Faramir said softly bowing his head slightly and then 
bowing to the other two Elves before he made his way for the door. 

The guard there shook his head, "He was angry, you best not tarry any longer 
my Lord," the guard said softly. 

Faramir nodded and quickly made his way up to his father's chamber hoping if 
he got there swiftly enough he would not have to endure too much of his father's 
wrath. He already knew what he would face, and hoped that his temper had 
cooled somewhat. It was but a small hope. 

Haldir stared thoughtfully after Faramir as he hurried from the room, apparently 
being called to more important duties than dealing with tiresome elves. 
Remembering the young man's smile, brief though it was, Haldir sighed, 
wishing he could have held Faramir's interest for a while, and gotten to know 
him better. 

He turned to his brothers and began discussing their plans for the evening. The 
three Elves decided to retire to their rooms for a few hours, and then meet back 
in the main dining hall for the evening meal. Haldir gave in to Orophin's pleas 
and promised to not bring up alliances or treaties or patrols with anyone that 
evening, especially Denethor, and the brothers looked forward to what would 
hopefully be a peaceful meal.

Rumil and Orophin were about to burst with questions, but as soon as Faramir 
left the room, the Haldir they’d known for most of their lives returned.  He was 
business-like and distant, and they both wondered if they’d been seeing things.  
Their brother was *not* one to befriend anyone, nor was he one who worried 
about making others feel better.  Many would not have even known the three of 
them were even family, for all the attention Haldir usually paid to his younger 
brothers.

~~~~~

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Moving down the hallway as quickly as possible on unstable legs, weak from 
pain and humiliation, the only thought left on Faramir’s mind was to find some 
peace. Quite simply he had to find his room before he became a weeping mass 
of faded scars reopened before his father's feet. He stayed close to the smooth 
marble lined walls, both to cling to for support against the pain, and to hide his 
shame lest another meet him in the hall. Faramir knew if he met any other in 
these halls their eyes would burn right through his soul and see the disgusting 
truth, which lay there.  

Faramir staggered toward his room, finally managing to open his door on the 
second attempt. Shutting it quickly he slid down to his knees against it. Pressing 
his face against the cool wood he attempted to will his body to stop trembling. It 
had been worse than he thought it might be, his father's anger and frustrations 
from the day had all been taken out on Faramir, physically, emotionally, and 
worst of all...sexually.

He shuddered and tried to push his aching body up from the floor but found 
himself unable to. Finally succumbing to the pain of his body and in his heart he 
began to weep. Hot tears traced a path down his face as he quietly sobbed, 
having learned at a very young age how to cry without making a sound.

Faramir's mind replayed the horrible events in his father's study, the result of his 
being late today. Denethor screamed at him as the lash fell over and over again, 
reopening old wounds and adding new ones. "Weak, pathetic excuse for a man. 
You shame me and all of Gondor with your weakness," he seethed.

Clutching his ruined tunic closer to his body, Faramir knew the back was 
already laced with stripes of dark blood. The blood soaked material shifted and 
felt wet and cold against his back. He would almost welcome the blood and 
scars over the pain in his heart and mind. His sense of self-loathing for what he 
had been forced to do…not forced…he hadn't been forced to do *that*.

Denethor had raped him -- this was nothing new. He had been raping Faramir 
for years, but his ultimate shame, and this Denethor knew, were the times 
Faramir became aroused from the stimulation of *something* inside of him. 
Despite all of the pain and revulsion he would harden until he was aching for 
release, which was never granted. 

This time instead of using his hands, Denethor had used some type of leather 
cording to prevent his son’s release. As Denethor had finished himself he had 
drawn away roughly and shoved Faramir face first to the cold marble floor. 

 "Get out, worthless boy!" he barked, pulling his dark robes closed. 

Faramir swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and had finally managed to get 
to his feet. Jerking his breeches up and hurriedly pulling on his torn tunic he 
made his way out of the study and into a small antechamber, far away from his 
father's prying eyes. There he would face his ultimate shame alone. 
 
The pain in both his back from the lash and deep within him from his father's 
rough treatment almost sent him back to his knees. Tears stung at his eyes as 
those things coupled with the painful lack of release. Leaning against the wall to 
brace his shaking limbs and marring the white surface with bold red stripes his 
shaking hands went to the leather wrapped around him.

Releasing his bound arousal he bit back a scream, and needed only two quick 
strokes to take himself over the edge and relief from the pain of long denied 
completion. After a few moments he wiped a blood stained hand across his face 
and gathered himself. He would need the privacy of his chamber for only a 
moment, to gather fresh clothes and make his way for the bathhouse.  

Bringing his thoughts back to the present Faramir managed to push himself up 
from the floor. He wanted a bath...always afterwards he *needed* a bath, but he 
did not want to ask the servants. They would know what had happened, they 
suspected anyway he was sure. Now that he was older, and a Captain in 
Gondor's Army he carefully hid what went on between himself and his father. 
Not even Boromir knew, he knew they did not get along, but he did not know 
all of what Faramir had endured since childhood. //Childhood. As if I ever had 
one.//  

Slowly he gathered clean clothing and made his way for the public baths 
knowing that during this time of evening no one would be about them and he 
could take his time. Time to try and wash the taint from his body if not from his 
soul.  

As he walked his mind drifted back to Haldir. The Elf was so beautiful and 
perfect, that Faramir felt his even being close to the beautiful creature would 
some how taint him. He had been drawn by his sparkling eyes and his beauty 
but also his soft voice, and patient demeanor. Even when his father had been 
terribly unreasonable Haldir had been unruffled and stayed his course. Then 
again not everyone cowered to Denethor...only Faramir did. He gathered his 
things close and slowly walked toward the baths. He would have liked to run 
there, but his body simply ached too much.  
 
Once inside the bathhouse, Faramir checked the other chambers making sure it 
was deserted and as quickly as he was physically able to he stripped and 
grabbed a cloth and cake of soap. 

Hissing softly as he lowered into the steaming water he began scrubbing at his 
skin. Dunking his entire body under the water he scrubbed his hair over and 
over again trying to remove the scent of his father from his body. Attempting to 
remove his touch the only way that he knew. He scrubbed his entire body until 
it was red and raw and still he continued, wishing to wash everything away. He 
wished that he could also scrub his memory away.

~~~

Haldir found it difficult to concentrate on the food during Denethor’s farce of a 
dinner.  As expected, the steward had made no effort to offer the Elves any of 
their usual fare, and Haldir and his brothers were forced to pick at strange and 
unknown meats and soups that were served to them by timid servants who 
simply sat the dishes down and left as quickly as possible, unwilling to speak to 
their Elven guests, or even look them in the eyes. But the food wasn't what was 
distracting Haldir. He'd looked for Faramir throughout the evening, hoping to 
speak with him again. Or, he admitted to himself, at least see those startling blue 
eyes once more, or the mesmerizing smile that Haldir knew he'd not soon 
forget. He wouldn’t admit that to anyone, but he knew it was true.  Faramir had 
stirred something deep within him…something that Haldir hadn’t even known 
existed until he’d looked upon the young captain.  He would be powerless if 
ever Faramir asked anything of him – of this he had no doubt.  He’d never felt 
anything like this strange sensation in the pit of his stomach when their eyes had 
met…he had no idea what it meant, but he’d give anything to feel it again.  

Haldir tried to hide his disappointment as the meal ended and Denethor stood. 
//Does Faramir so detest our presence that he cannot bear to share a meal with 
us? Or does he prefer to eat alone? Not that I would blame him - Denethor is not 
the most entertaining of hosts at his best, I'd wager. Still….I had hoped…// 
Haldir pushed his plate away and nodded toward his brothers, who told him 
they were going to explore the lower levels of the city. Declining their invitation 
to join them, he decided to talk a walk by himself, hoping some fresh air would 
clear his mind. Or give him time to dwell on his new friend for a while longer. 
Choosing one of the more secluded paths, he was soon walking silently down 
the deserted hallways, not wishing to speak to anyone except Faramir - and that, 
apparently, was not going to happen.
 

Haldir wandered the halls aimlessly for over half an hour, unable to think of 
anything but the steward’s youngest son.  He tried not to dwell on what these 
feelings were….he didn’t pretend to understand them, he only knew that he 
wanted to know more about the young man with the haunted blue eyes.  He 
rounded a corner quietly, sensing the presence of someone in the next room. He 
started to turn back, but he found the almost irresistible desire to see who was 
behind the stone wall.  Quietly peering around the doorway, he felt his stomach 
clench at the sight that met his eyes. A young man sat in the pool in a darkened 
corner, but Haldir's keen Elven eyes could make out scores of deep bruises and 
reddened skin on the man's back and shoulders. And even more disconcerting, 
the man was frantically rubbing his arms and chest and every other inch of skin 
on his already reddened and abused body. 

Haldir inched forward, his heart aching as he heard low, strangled sobs that 
seemed to echo off the walls. The hair, the profile, even the timid slump of the 
shoulders seemed familiar. "Faramir?" he whispered softly, approaching the 
pool and revealing himself, unsure whether or not the young man could even 
hear him. 

Faramir startled as he heard a voice softly whisper his name, the sliver of soap 
flying from his hand to splash into the murky water. He hadn't realized he'd 
nearly used the entire thing. Looking up slowly his shame was evident as he slid 
further down into the deep pool suppressing a wince as the water burned his raw 
skin he had only now noticed. 

"Haldir?" he asked confused, wondering why he was here and not still with his 
father. Normally visiting diplomats were treated to some sort of entertainment. 
Was his father's hatred of the Elves so much that he couldn't even entertain them 
properly? Sighing softly his eyes dropped back to the pool surrounding him, 
now cloudy from overuse of soap. 

"Mellonamin, (my friend) what are you doing?" Haldir asked softly, kneeling 
beside the pool and gingerly reaching out to touch Faramir's shoulder, without 
even thinking twice. "I was looking for you in the dining hall. I'd hoped to find 
you….but not like this… What happened to you, Faramir?"

Unable to shift away from the soft touch Faramir shook his head, "I...I did not 
feel like eating," he whispered softly. He could not explain what he was doing; 
he hadn't even realized he had spent so long this time. If Haldir had not arrived 
when he did, Faramir wondered if he even would have stopped had he began to 
bleed? "I...was...I needed...a bath," he said unable to offer any further 
explanation. 

Haldir studied Faramir for a moment. Even though the pale skin on his face and 
neck had been rubbed raw, he was still lovely. The redness on his chest and 
arms only made the multitude of angry bruises more noticeable, but his eyes 
were utterly mesmerizing to the Silvan Elf. "I think you are clean, Mellonamin," 
he said with a soft smile. 

Spotting a pile of soft-looking robes stacked along one wall, Haldir rose and 
grabbed the one closest to him. "Come with me?" he asked as he unfolded the 
robe and held it up, trying to entice the young man into leaving the water. "Let 
me help you back to your rooms? You look as if you need some rest - not 
another bath." 

Faramir stared up at the elegant Elf and wondered why he was wasting his time 
with someone like him? He swallowed down any protest he might have had as 
he found himself entranced by a beautiful smile. Slowly he rose up from the 
bath and allowed Haldir to help him with the robe feeling ashamed of the marks 
he knew were already dark on his body. 

Swallowing the lump in this throat, Haldir tried not to wince as he saw the 
bruises that colored Faramir's skin seemingly from head to toe. He couldn't help 
but wonder how the young man managed to walk, as it seemed no part of his 
body was free of the deep bruises and welts.  He gently wrapped the robe over 
Faramir’s shoulders and pulled the front closed, trying to keep the fabric from 
chafing already raw skin.  For the very first time in his long life, the Elf felt the 
urge to simply wrap his arms around another…wanted to hold him gently and 
assure him that no one would ever hurt him again; to kiss away the pain that 
furrowed the young brow.  //By the Valar, what is wrong with me?!  I don’t 
*kiss*…and I certainly don’t *hold*!!//

"Thank you," Faramir said softly as he tied the robe. "You...you shouldn't be 
here wasting your time with me. I can find my rooms on my own," he 
whispered not wanting to take anymore of Haldir's time.

Haldir couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Faramir had a lover who enjoyed 
those kinds of games - games that had obviously gone too far, if that were the 
case. Maybe that was why he didn't want Haldir to accompany him back to his 
rooms? But what kind of lover would do this, then leave the bruised and 
battered young one all alone to fend for himself? 

"Why are you here anyway? I would think you'd still be in the dining hall for 
the nights entertainment?" Faramir asked as he moved to a bench and picked up 
his clothing, which he planned to burn later. 

"I…." Haldir began, and then hesitated, not wanting to seem to forward. But it 
was not within him to lie, so he continued. "I was hoping to find you," he said 
simply, surprised at himself even as he watched Faramir's face for any sign of 
annoyance at his statement. "I wanted to see you again. I hope I have not 
offended you?"

Faramir's eyes widened when Haldir said he had been looking for him. 
"You...you wanted to see me?" he asked surprised. "I...no...no I'm not 
offended...though I am confused. Why would you want to look for me?" 
Faramir asked truly confused by the Elf’s presence. 

Obviously he still thinks I have some sort of sway with father, Faramir thought 
bleakly. Even though Haldir and the other Elves were right, no one would 
convince his father of that; no one except Boromir. "When my brother returns 
from Rohan you need to speak with him, he will get my father to see reason. I 
cannot...you must realize my council means nothing to him. I am the youngest, 
and…and the lesser son. Ask anyone you meet here and they will tell you that." 

Haldir stared at Faramir, confusion evident in his eyes. "Lesser son?" he 
repeated, the words feeling strange and dirty on his tongue. "I….Faramir, 
please. Don't say that. You seem determined to make me talk to your brother. I 
wish only to get to know you better. If I am coming across as too forceful, I 
apologize, but I care nothing about meeting your brother, or, for that matter, 
your father anytime in the near future. If you wish for me to leave you alone, I 
will do so, but I did not seek you for your council. I only sought you for your 
friendship and companionship.  Do you wish for me to leave you alone?" he 
asked quietly.

Faramir had not intended for Haldir to take his urging him to speak with 
Boromir that way. Hanging his head he shook it slowly. "No...no I believe it is I 
who is confused,” he smiled half heartedly, “I...why? Why seek me out for 
friendship or companionship when there is nothing to be gained from it? I 
cannot help your cause...only hurt it and while I would be happy to be your 
friend," he paused and looked up at the beautiful Elf standing before him, "I am 
not worthy of that station." 

Haldir's breath seemed caught in his chest as Faramir smiled at him, but the 
words that fell from the beautiful lips pierced his heart. "Faramir," Haldir said 
softly, wishing he could reach out and somehow touch him without causing him 
pain. "I think you have no idea of your real worth - no idea at all. I do not wish 
to 'gain' anything but your friendship, and I would offer mine in return, if you 
would accept such an offer.  I do not offer this lightly, as I truly do not have any 
friends…nor do I normally wish to.  But if you do choose to accept, I would like 
to help you back to your rooms. I…I saw the bruises, and know you must be in 
pain. I would like to help you."

Feeling his eyes well with tears, Faramir looked away as the Elf said that he saw 
his bruises, he had already known he had, but hearing it made him feel even 
more ashamed. Keeping his voice as steady as possible he nodded, "I would like 
that...thank you, Haldir," he said softly. He couldn't believe Haldir...an Elf, 
would wish to spend time with him. Be his...friend. 

Haldir smiled and placed a gentle hand on Faramir's arm, a gesture that could 
*not* have been more foreign him. "Thank you," he whispered softly, wanting 
to ask a thousand questions but worried that he'd sever their newly formed 
friendship before it even got off the ground.  He wasn’t even sure how 
friendship worked….he didn’t remember ever having a true friend….at least not 
since he was a very small Elfling, and that had been many millennia ago.  "How 
can I help you?" he asked. "I don't want to cause you any more pain. You can 
lean on me, or….I can hold on to you. Gently of course."

Faramir took an experimental step and hissed under his breath. Closing his eyes 
in shame and pain he nodded again. "Could...would you put your arm around 
my waist? I did not realize it was this bad," he said the last almost to himself. 

He was loathe to ask this beautiful being to even touch someone as impure as he 
was, but Faramir doubted his ability to make it all the way back to his room on 
his own. Before he had been driven by the need to be clean but now he only 
wanted to curl up into a ball and weep. His muscles screamed and his lower 
body felt as if it were on fire. Father hadn't been this rough with him in a long, 
long time...though it had been a long time since Boromir was scheduled to be 
away for a long period of time. As long as father was safe from Boromir 
discovering what was going on, then he would continue this way until a few 
days before he was to return. Giving Faramir's body time to heal before he 
arrived. 

Haldir unhesitatingly slid an arm around Faramir's waist, supporting him 
carefully, and wishing once again that he could simply wrap his arms around the 
young man and take all his pain away.  The feeling was a first for him…yet that 
simple fact didn’t make it any less real.  He wanted to help….and to touch him.

 "I have some salve that may help with the pain a bit," Haldir said, unable to 
fathom why anyone would hurt such a beautiful and caring young man, and 
wincing each time Faramir closed his eyes in pain. "I'll get you settled, then 
gather it from my room. Are…Faramir, are you sure you can walk?"

At Haldir's question Faramir laughed softly and shook his head, "I'm not sure 
about anything these days," he attempted to joke as his own arm slipped around 
Haldir's waist to try and steady himself against his new friend. He didn't 
understand why Haldir even cared, but he couldn't help finding himself glad that 
he did. 

Haldir enjoyed the feel of Faramir's arm around his waist - even if it was only 
for support for a friend in need. As they slowly made their way to Faramir's 
rooms, the Elf had to bite his tongue to keep from asking his companion who 
did this to him, and why Denethor allowed anyone to lay a hand on his youngest 
son in the first place. //First things first. Let's get him comfortable….as 
comfortable as he can be in this condition anyway…then maybe he'll talk to 
me.// 

When they finally reached Faramir's door, Haldir hesitated. "May I enter your 
rooms, Faramir?" he asked softly. "Or is someone waiting in there for your 
return? Someone who would not take kindly to seeing you with me?"

Faramir startled at the question, "No, no one is here, please...please come in. I 
am sorry I can't be much of a host," he said softly as Haldir's hand pushed the 
door open. 

Stumbling slightly as they entered the room he whispered, "Give me just a 
moment," Faramir said weakly as the walk from the lower levels of the city had 
caught up with him. He hated feeling this way, this weak, and he could hear his 
father's derisive words echoing in his mind. Cutting words, his father’s voice 
calling him worthless, telling him that no one will ever love him except he and 
Boromir. 

Haldir's hold on Faramir tightened when he stumbled. He turned, sliding his free 
arm underneath the young man's legs, and lifted him effortlessly. Cradling 
Faramir carefully against his chest, he kicked the door shut behind him and 
smiled down at the shocked blue eyes that looked up at him through a haze of 
pain and surprise. "Don’t argue with me, please, mellonamin," Haldir said 
softly. "There is no shame in accepting help from a friend." 

Faramir's mouth opened only to snap shut again. He hadn't been carried this way 
by anyone in years. Boromir was the last to do so when he was twelve and had 
been thrown from a horse. He wrapped his arms around Haldir's neck and rested 
his cheek against his chest hearing the strong heartbeat under his ear. It 
somehow soothed his weary soul to hear it. 

As the strong Elf moved across the room cradling him gently against his chest, 
Faramir closed his eyes and suddenly realized everything he knew had changed 
in an instant. Breathing in the scent of Haldir’s hair, his heart skipped a beat. 
This was what he had dreamed of. The feelings moving through his heart of 
being cared for like none other. Haldir was simply being what he was, a good 
and kind soul and Faramir was quickly losing his heart to the handsome blond 
Elf. 

Faramir felt awkward as his new friend carried him into the room and gently 
laid him down on his bed. His face flushed red when his eyes locked with 
Haldir's shining blue eyes and he realized that he had not yet let go of his hold 
on the Elf. "Sorry," he murmured releasing him quickly and looking away. He 
truly wished to cling to him, to hold onto someone who did not want something 
from him, and who did not care for him out of duty. Someone who had chosen 
to befriend him. 

Haldir reached out to gently brush a lock of hair from Faramir's forehead before 
he even realized what he was doing. "There is nothing to be sorry for," he 
smiled, pulling his hand back to rest on the covers, and already regretting the 
loss of holding Faramir so close. 

"Try and make yourself comfortable, and I will return shortly with something to 
ease your pain and let you sleep peacefully." Taking one of Faramir's hands in 
his own, Haldir squeezed it gently. "I will return quickly, if you will allow me to 
invade the privacy of your rooms once again."

"Of course," Faramir smiled softly enjoying the feel of Haldir's hand wrapped 
around his own. Enjoying it too much in fact, as he felt his heart skip in his 
chest once more. Could one fall in love so easily? Or was he mistaking 
appreciation for something more? He shifted in the bed and tried to focus his 
thoughts elsewhere but they kept returning to how it felt being held by his new 
friend. Haldir felt...safe...a feeling that Faramir had only ever felt with his 
brother. "No need to rush, I don't believe I'll be hurrying off to sword practice 
anytime soon," he grinned hoping to see Haldir’s beautiful smile again. 

Haldir laughed, admiring Faramir for his sense of humor even when he had to 
be in such pain. "I shall hold you to that," he smiled, giving Faramir's hand 
another squeeze, then standing up slowly. 

Gently placing Faramir’s hand back on the bed, the Silvan Elf crossed the room 
and opened the door. “I will return shortly, mellonamin."   That was a word he 
seldom used…so seldom he’d sometimes wondered if he remembered what it 
meant.  But it fit…he did want to be Faramir’s friend.  At the very least.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With a final smile back at Faramir, Haldir hurried back to his room, relieved to 
see that his brothers had yet to return from their walk. He found himself 
dreading coming back here - whether his brothers returned or not. Being with 
Faramir made Haldir feel peaceful and relaxed in a way he’d never felt in his 
life, and he wanted nothing more than to make Faramir feel the same way.  He 
could sense that Faramir needed a friend almost as badly as Haldir did himself.

Haldir's laughter made Faramir feel inordinately more relaxed and happy than 
one in his condition should be, and he smiled as his new friend left, promising 
to soon return. Lying back against his pillow he stared at the ceiling 
wonderingly as he thought about Haldir. The fact that the Elf even wanted to be 
near him, especially after seeing the marks on his body was bewildering, and 
touching, and it was wreaking havoc on his emotions. //I cannot be falling in 
love with him, we only just met, this has to be some sort of misplaced 
gratitude.// Closing his eyes he thought about how it had felt to be held in the 
strong yet gentle arms. How could anyone built so powerfully be so gentle? 
Faramir was not a small man, yet Haldir carried him as if he were a child.  

When the door opened slowly a few minutes later and shining long blond hair 
flashed in the flickering candlelight, Faramir smiled, his thoughts abruptly 
halting as Haldir moved back into the chamber. 

"Hello again," Faramir whispered as the Elf approached his bed. For the first 
time in a long time, someone had managed to keep him from dwelling on 
hurtful things. Instead he had thought about Haldir. His gentleness, and his 
strength… and Faramir wondered briefly what it would feel like to press his lips 
against those smiling back at him.

Haldir thought that, without question, Faramir's smile was the most beautiful 
smile he’d ever seen in his life. He couldn't help but wonder why he didn't smile 
more often, then remembered the bruises and scars. And the way Faramir had 
been scrubbing at his already red and raw skin as he'd sat in the pool. 

"See," he smiled, focusing on the sparkling blue eyes and pushing the dark 
thoughts from his mind. "I said I would not be long, and Elves never lie. At 
least, the Lorien Elves never do." Hoping to get a laugh from Faramir, Haldir 
quickly set the salve and herbs on the bedside table and sat next to him on the 
bed.

Faramir laughed as Haldir implied other Elves might lie, remembering 
Mithrandir's lessons and shook his head in disbelief. 

"Will you let me tend to your wounds, Faramir?" Haldir asked softly. "I will be 
as gentle as possible.  I know it will still hurt, but I believe they do need to be 
treated…and I think it will help with the pain."

Watching Haldir set the salve and herbs beside the bed Faramir nodded slowly. 
"If...if you don't mind, I think it would help. I honestly hadn't realized it was this 
bad this time," he said softly not realizing his admission that this had happened 
before.  



"This time?" Haldir said, raising an eyebrow. "This has happened before then. 
Who did this to you, Faramir? Who would hurt someone so beautiful?"  As his 
last words escaped, Haldir struggled not to blush.  He’d never called anyone 
beautiful before, but the words fell easily from his lips as he looked at the young 
captain beside him.

Faramir's eyes widened, "Beautiful? I thought you said Lorien Elves did not 
lie," he scoffed trying to avoid the question. 

Haldir reached out and gently grabbed Faramir's hand. "We do not lie," he said 
firmly. "You are beautiful. Even if you do not yet realize it, you are, Faramir. 
But if you are simply avoiding my question, then I will not press it further. 
Make yourself as comfortable as you can, and I will see to your wounds, and 
speak no more of it. Tonight. But I will not give up on this, my friend. I cannot 
stand by and see you hurt like this again if it is against your will."

"I'm sorry, Haldir. I...yes, this has happened before... more times than I can 
count though this is one of the worst. He was...agitated," Faramir said softly 
never having spoken to anyone of this before. "When Boromir returns it will 
stop, so I have been counting the days praying that he might come home earlier 
than expected." He looked away from the Elf's open gaze and shook his head. 
"I'm afraid there is nothing that will change it." 

Haldir's heart dropped at Faramir's words. He'd heard the guards talking earlier 
and knew that Faramir's brother would be gone for several more weeks due to 
rumors of orcs on the outer borders of the city.  His words were a shock even to 
himself, yet again the words fell so naturally from his lips.  "I will stay with you 
until your brother returns," he murmured before he even realized what he had 
planned to say. "That is…if you will allow me the pleasure of your company, 
Faramir. As I said, I simply cannot go about my life and my duties, knowing 
that someone is doing this to you - is hurting you on purpose, and that no one in 
all of Gondor is able….or willing…to put a stop to it."

Faramir was startled by Haldir's words. //Stay with me?// "But...you are only 
here for the negotiations...I thought you were returning in a few days?" Faramir 
asked stunned. "I cannot ask you to stay...and...I cannot guarantee your presence 
will change anything... obviously the Elves being in Gondor did not stop them 
today," he added slowly. Haldir couldn't stay... could he? Could his being here 
actually impede his father’s attentions? Faramir doubted it. 

Haldir squeezed Faramir's hand and gently let his thumb rub over the young 
man's knuckles.  He’d never willingly held another’s hand, and the only time 
he’d touched anyone was to take what he wanted…not brutally, but as 
unfeelingly as possible, and seldom worrying about his partner’s satisfaction.  
"Faramir," he said, catching the young man's gaze and holding it, "I can accept 
that you do not wish to tell me who has hurt you. We barely know each other, 
and I understand your reluctance. But I can already see that the negotiations 
with your father will not end happily. I can send my brothers back to Lorien 
alone. It was my wish to take my time in returning. Our borders are safe, and 
there are plenty left to guard My Lord and Lady. As for my presence changing 
anything…I would dearly like to see anyone try to lay a hand on you while I am 
in Gondor. I assure you, they will not succeed. While it is true my presence 
today did not change anything, that is only because I did not know of 
this…abuse earlier. If you allow me to stay, you shall have some weeks free of 
pain and your wounds can heal. And when your brother returns, I will leave you 
in peace and return to my home." 

"You would do that for me? But...you don't even know me, Haldir. What if I 
truly deserved this? I am not saying I did but you have no way of knowing that," 
Faramir said softly though selfishly he relished the Elf's touch on his hand and 
chided himself. //He's only offering what he feels is the right thing; he doesn't 
care about you. He's just doing what is right in his mind. Nothing more and 
nothing less. You aren't worthy of him, stop feeling that this could be more than 
what it is.//

"I would do this for you this very night, if you will allow it," Haldir whispered. 
"Faramir, I *know* you did nothing to deserve this. I see nothing but beauty 
and strength in your eyes. Nothing to make you deserve even a harsh word, and 
certainly nothing to make anyone raise a hand to you, or cause you any pain." 
Encasing Faramir's hand between both of his own, Haldir studied the young 
man's face. "Will you allow me to stay, Faramir? To help you?"  //Please pen 
velui.  Let me help you.  I don’t know why, but I *need* to do this.//

Unable to find his voice Faramir struggled to swallow past the lump in his 
throat and whispered shakily, "Yes, please." He wanted to believe Haldir...but 
after years and years of being told that you did not deserve happiness, that no 
one cared for you…that you were weak...it was hard to believe otherwise. 
Haldir's kind eyes and honest smile were already making it difficult to keep up 
the argument even with himself. "Please stay," he found himself whispering as 
he looked up into his new friend's eyes. 

Haldir released Faramir's hand and carefully wrapped his arms around the 
young man, pulling him as close as he dared without hurting him.   Never in his 
long years had he wanted to hold someone, to keep them safe, to ‘touch’ 
anyone…yet here he was, cradling Faramir close and as gently as one would 
hold a lover.  //What is happening to me? How has he invaded my every thought 
without even trying?  Why is his mere presence having such an affect over 
me?//  "You are safe, Faramir," he whispered, resting his cheek on top of 
Faramir's head and breathing in the scent of his hair. "From this moment on, as 
long as you will allow me to stay with you, no one will harm you. You have my 
word." Smiling, Haldir leaned back slightly and tilted Faramir's face up until 
their gazes met. "And remember, mellonamin, I never lie."

Faramir felt warmth flood through him as Haldir pulled him close, that same 
feeling of security he had as the Elf had carried him. //Safe.// As Haldir drew 
away Faramir smiled, "I remember...I'll always remember," he said softly as his 
eyes stared into those of his friend. His heart seemed to skip in his chest as he 
looked into his sparkling eyes, Haldir’s lips mere inches away from his own. 
Faramir nearly gasped when that thought crossed his mind and he broke his 
gaze with Haldir finally looking away. 

Haldir jumped when Faramir turned away so abruptly, realizing that he had just 
been thinking about kissing the man he'd just sworn to protect. He wanted to 
take care of Faramir, but he found himself wanting to touch him, to keep him 
safe, to..….//No. Don't even think of that. He needs protection. He needs an 
ally. I can protect him, but I do not truly know how to be his friend…yet I 
cannot bear the thoughts of anyone hurting him.  The last thing he needs right 
now is someone to push themselves on him…someone who would have kissed 
him if he'd had only a moment more of being close to those full, soft lips. Who 
would….no. No!// "I’m sorry, Faramir," Haldir said softly, releasing the young 
man from his embrace. //By the Valar, what is wrong with me??//  "I did not 
mean to….to push myself on you. I would never do that against your will. 
Just…just untie your robe, and lie back so I can tend to your wounds."

Faramir closed his eyes briefly and then turned to look at Haldir, "No...no you 
didn't push yourself on me...I...I thought it too," he defended. He couldn't let 
Haldir think he was alone in his thoughts. "We...we were just so 
close...probably only natural," Faramir said laying back against the pillow. It 
wasn't a very good excuse, but what did he know of such things? The only 
experiences he had ever had were all with *him*. 

Faramir swallowed hard and tried to smile at the worried Elf. "It is alright," he 
whispered slipping the knot of his robe. He felt embarrassed but quickly 
struggled out of the robe keeping it about his waist as he rolled onto his side. 
Most all of the injuries were on his back and hips, so he faced the wall and 
waited.  

Haldir almost told Faramir that he *wanted* to kiss him - and not just because 
they were close. Before he could get the words out, Faramir untied his robe and 
rolled over, causing Haldir to bite his lip to keep from gasping at the countless 
deep scars and dark bruises, both old and new. And his skin was still red from 
the bath, telling the Silvan Elf that Faramir must have been scrubbing long 
before he'd arrived and stopped him. He reached over for the salve and applied 
it generously to his fingers, moving closer to Faramir as he lay across the bed, 
determined not to press his new friend for more information on who would be 
cruel enough to cause him such unwarranted pain, though he was dying to 
know. "I will try not to hurt you," Haldir said softly as his fingers brushed over 
the angriest of the welts. "If you need me to stop, tell me, and I will do so at 
once."  He applied the salve carefully, with a tenderness he did not even know 
he possessed, and winced each time he saw the slight tensing of muscles in 
Faramir’s back when he touched a particularly sensitive wound.  

Faramir bit his lip from the sting but shook his head, "I'm fine. You won't hurt 
me," he whispered softly. For some reason he couldn't fathom he truly believed 
those words, Haldir would never hurt him. 

After some time of feeling gentle touches moving over his injuries, Faramir 
relaxed. As Haldir worked on his lower back he felt the robe being pushed 
slightly lower and tensed a little having to force himself to stay relaxed. He 
closed his eyes and tried to focus on Haldir's fingers, the smell of his hair, the 
warmth he had felt when they were close. 
 
Haldir continued his ministrations until all the exposed wounds had been 
treated.  He’d pulled the robe down until the cleft of Faramir's backside would 
be exposed if he moved it any further. "May I continue?" he whispered past the 
lump in his throat, unwilling to expose Faramir further without his consent.

The salve did sting at first but afterwards it felt soothing on his abraded skin. 
Faramir nervously swallowed when Haldir questioned him, "Yes," he whispered 
softly.  

Carefully sliding the robe further down, Haldir's eyes swam with tears as he saw 
the damage that had been done to Faramir's lower body. "By the Valar, 
Faramir," he swore softly, "who would be heartless enough to do this?" Afraid 
his words had embarrassed the man lying before him, he bit his tongue, laid a 
soothing hand over one of the few areas not marked by a new bruise or welt and 
continued, not giving Faramir a chance to answer. "Relax, Pen velui," (lovely 
one) he whispered, gently blowing over each welt as it was covered with salve, 
hoping to relieve the stinging he knew must be present on the fresher wounds. 
"Relax. I will be finished in just a moment."

Faramir's hand clutched at the bedclothes but he did not utter a sound as Haldir 
tended to the worst of his injuries. After what seemed an eternity he felt the robe 
being pulled back up covering him as best as Haldir could considering his 
position. 

"Thank you," he whispered as he heard Haldir resealing the bottle of salve. He 
lay still for a few moments and then spoke softly. "Where...will you sleep here 
with me?" he asked hesitantly. 

Haldir smiled and leaned back against the headboard, opening his arms to 
Faramir.  Never in his life had he spent an entire night with anyone, making it a 
point to summon someone to his talan when he needed relief and immediately 
ordering them to leave as soon as the relief was satisfied.  But it didn’t even 
occur to him to deny Faramir’s request.  "I would be honored to sleep here with 
you," he smiled, wondering why his arms should suddenly ache to hold the 
young man beside him. "Will you rest against me, Faramir?”

Faramir slid up the bed carefully into Haldir's waiting arms and rested his head 
against his muscular chest. Hearing the Elf's strong heartbeat under his ear once 
again made him smile. "Again, thank you my friend," he whispered sleepily.

“You are most welcome,” Haldir smiled, carefully pulling the blankets over 
them both and wrapping his arms around Faramir.  “Let me watch over you 
tonight as you sleep and when we awake, we will think of a way to keep you 
safe. I would like to watch over you every night that I am here, if you will allow 
it. The darkest of hearts will find mischief deep in the night, and I would have 
no harm come to you while I lie sleeping in another room."

The events of the day had caught up with Faramir and the feeling of warmth and 
safety within Haldir's gentle embrace soothed him. "Sleep well," he said softly 
as he yawned and curled even closer to the warm body next to his own. 
Unconsciously his hand moved up to tangle in the soft golden tresses spilling 
over Haldir's shoulder as Faramir slipped into sleep. The simple action seemed 
to relax him even further into his sleep.

Haldir supressed a small smile as gentle fingers tangled in his hair.  He'd 
snapped at many an Elf who'd dared touch him in such a familiar manner, yet 
tonight, with Faramir, he found it soothing.  It just seemed....*right*.  In fact, he 
mused, everything about holding Faramir seemed right.  //By the Valar!  What's 
gotten into me?// With his arms wrapped securely around the sleepy young man, 
Haldir smiled and pulled him closer. "Sleep well," he whispered, lifting one 
hand to gently brush the hair back from Faramir's temple. He withdrew his hand 
quickly, as soon as he realized what he was doing, and blushed furiously, but 
Faramir’s eyes were already closed, and he hoped the young man hadn’t 
noticed.  Studying the peaceful face resting against him, Haldir finally forced 
himself to look away, staring at the door as if daring anyone to enter and disturb 
Faramir's sleep.  He had no idea why he was suddenly, unaccountably, feeling 
so protective of someone he’d only met a few hours earlier, but he’d meant it 
when he said he would allow no harm to come to the young captain.  He could 
wonder about the hows and whys later…right now, he found that he only 
wanted to relax and enjoy the feeling of holding someone for the first time in his 
life.  Slowly, his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, yet his hold on Faramir 
did not lessen, and he stirred each time he heard an unfamiliar noise, 
automatically pulling Faramir closer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Haldir awoke several hours later, more rested and content than he could ever 
remember being.  The room was cool, and he'd nestled down in the bed with 
Faramir, still holding him close.  The young man's cheek rested on Haldir's 
chest, and the marchwarden took the opportunity to study his friend's face.  The 
lines of worry were no longer around Faramir's eyes, and he looked as if he'd 
slept peacefully.  His skin was no longer an angry red, and looked pale and 
perfect in the morning sunlight.  

Never before had the Silvan Elf awoken to another’s touch, and certainly never 
to the feel of a warm body against his own.  It was well known in Lorien that 
Haldir *never* had overnight guests…and he certainly never stayed anywhere 
other than his own talan.  He smiled and lifted one hand to gently brush the hair 
back from Faramir's forehead, marveling at how soft it felt between his fingers, 
and not drawing away in embarrassment as he had the night before.  //I don’t 
know what has come over me, but I can’t seem to help myself.//  His own hair 
was still wrapped securely around Faramir’s fingers, and Haldir couldn’t help 
but feel touched at the unconscious gesture of trust.    Allowing himself a 
moment of indulgence, he let his fingers card gently through the shoulder length 
ginger colored hair and sighed contentedly.  //You are so beautiful, Faramir.  
Fairer then the Elves, and purer than any creature on Arda.//

Faramir felt trapped between sleep and wakefulness. He felt warm, and safe, 
much like he would when he would awaken next to Boromir when they were 
children and one of them had a nightmare. Odd that he didn't recall nightmares 
the night before, he didn't recall anything but peaceful sleep. That feeling 
of...contentment was a very rare thing for him since reaching adulthood. He felt 
a soft touch moving through his hair and he snuggled closer to the source of 
heat. As the last vestiges of sleep finally slipped away he realized he was in his 
own bed, and the warm body holding him so gently was not his brother. 
//Haldir.// The Elf truly had stayed the entire night with him, protecting his 
dreams. 

"Haldir?" he whispered his voice still husky with sleep as he tilted his head to 
look up into beautiful eyes sparkling from the morning sun creeping through the 
chamber.

Haldir's heart skipped a beat as Faramir awoke and slowly turned his head to 
look at him, happy beyond words that the young man didn’t tense and pull away 
when he realized he had shared his bed with an Elf.  "Good morning, pen velui," 
Haldir smiled, quickly moving his hand away from Faramir's hair and wrapping 
his arm back about him.  "I trust you slept well?"

Faramir smiled and nodded "That is the first time I have slept a whole night in a 
very long time. Thank you for guarding my dreams," he whispered softly. He 
was loath to leave the comfort of those arms, but he had duties to attend to and 
it would do him no good to be late today. Waiting a few more moments he 
steeled himself to sit up knowing his muscles would be aching once he did. 
Finally, he sat up and his forehead creased in pain, though the pain was nothing 
compared to what it had been the night before.

Haldir sat up and placed a gently restraining hand on Faramir's arm.  "Let me 
apply more salve and help you get dressed before you attend to your duties?" he 
asked, hating to see this gentle man in any pain at all, but knowing there was 
little else he could do.  "Perhaps I can loosen the muscles a bit to ease your 
pain?"

Faramir shook his head, "You have already done so much," he said guiltily still 
barely able to believe this stunning creature had stayed...had wanted to be his 
friend. "If...if you are sure, I think it may help," he admitted softly.

"I’m quite sure," Haldir smiled, as he urged Faramir to lie on his stomach and 
carefully examined the young man's back once again.  The salve had helped, 
and the welts had lessened, but he knew the dark bruises that still colored 
Faramir's back would heal only with time.  Faramir had been relaxed in sleep, 
but either the pain from sitting up or the thoughts of the day ahead had caused 
him to tense up, knotting the muscles in his shoulders and back.  Applying the 
salve liberally over his hands, Haldir moved to sit beside Faramir and began to 
gently knead tight muscles, being careful to avoid the deepest bruises.  "I know 
you don’t wish to tell me who has harmed you," he said softly, "but I do hope 
you haven’t reconsidered your decision to let me help you.  Will you allow me 
to stay here and watch over you until your brother returns?" 

Faramir's cheek burrowed against the pillow slightly as Haldir's hands began to 
move across his injured back gently. "I have not reconsidered your offer...but I 
will not ask you to do so. I would not impose upon you that way," Faramir said 
softly feeling the tightness at the base of his neck beginning to lessen with each 
gentle press and knead from the Elf. 

"You have not asked anything of me, pen velui," Haldir said as he continued his 
ministrations.  "I offer myself to you freely.  If this…..this coward tries to lay a 
finger on you, I would ask that you tell him that you are under my protection.  
Tell him…tell everyone…that you and I are more than friends.  That I have 
been honored enough to share your rooms, and that I will allow no harm to 
come to you.  Will you do that for me Faramir?  Will you let this black hearted 
demon know that you are no longer his to harm?"  Haldir told himself it made 
perfect sense.  To tell everyone in Gondor that he and Faramir were together 
would keep the Steward's son safe.  No one in Lorien would believe it, as they 
all knew Haldir didn’t *do* relationships, but they weren’t in Lorien.  Haldir’s 
brothers would do as Haldir bade them, and would not question him, not 
wanting to risk his wrath.  Haldir was not a violent Elf, but he was very set in 
his ways…and his business was his own, and no concern of anyone else, even 
his brothers.   

Best of all, Haldir knew, would be being able to hold Faramir during the night.  
It was never something he’d wanted before, and he still did not understand why 
it was so important to him now, but it was.  Holding the young captain during 
the night had brought Haldir the most peaceful rest he'd had in centuries, and he 
already looked forward to the coming evening, when he could wrap his arms 
around him once again.  It was an unusual feeling, but not entirely unwelcome.  
Somehow, without even trying, Faramir was breaking down the wall around his 
heart that he’d carefully built and maintained since he was a very young Elfling.  
And Haldir found that he didn’t mind….in fact, he welcomed this feeling, 
whatever it might be.

"I thought Lorien Elves never lied?" Faramir asked laughing softly. "It does 
make sense, and I suppose in some ways it is true, we are more than friends for I 
do not share my bed with my friends. No one has to know that it was only to 
sleep," he added hoping that his jest had not offended Haldir. His head sunk 
further into the pillows as Haldir's hands continued soothing his aches away. He 
wished that he didn't have to leave his room, but he could hear people stirring in 
the halls and outside his window and he knew that he would have to hurry to 
meet with his lieutenants.

Haldir laughed softly, yet another sound rarely heard from his lips, as he shook 
his head.  Running his hands lightly over Faramir's back, he let his fingertips 
gently soothe the last vestiges of tension away.  He found himself almost 
regretting that they shared a bed only to sleep, but doubted a man such as 
Faramir would ever desire to lie with an Elf in any other manner.  Doubtless, 
Faramir's heart belonged to someone else, and he was simply grateful for being 
offered the chance to live without pain until his brother returned.  "So we shall 
tell them that we are more than friends," he smiled, gently helping Faramir sit 
up and putting an arm around him to help him stand.  "And….I think it would 
help if we were seen together often.  If you have time to meet me for the noon 
meal, or the evening meal, or both, and can tolerate my nearness and my touch, 
we shall have all of Gondor believing us.  Unless," he teased, "you prefer one of 
my brothers?  Rumil is considered quite the catch back in the Golden Wood."

Faramir found that he loved the sound of Haldir's laughter and couldn't keep 
from smiling. As his friend helped him to stand on still somewhat unsteady legs, 
Faramir made his way slowly to a wardrobe and retrieved his clothing. His 
muscles were not nearly as stiff as before and he managed to get dressed with 
Haldir's aid. He felt odd allowing the Elf to help him dress, this was so far 
beneath his station and yet he stayed, caring for a mere man. "I do not mind 
your touch now, and I shall not mind it later," he answered softly as he laced his 
shirt. "And...I am quite happy with you, Haldir. I don't want one of your 
brothers." He felt funny saying those words because he honestly did not want 
them...but a part of him wanted Haldir for far more than a protector and friend.  
More than a part of him if he were truly being honest with himself.

Haldir adjusted Faramir's tunic and helped him to the door.  "And, I, pen velui, 
am quite happy with you," he smiled, leaning in and placing a soft kiss to 
Faramir's cheek before he realized what he was doing.  "Be safe," he murmured, 
turning away and trying to hide the blush that colored his face.  //Gods!  What is 
wrong with me?  I don’t *kiss*!!!  I just….don’t!!!!  And I certainly don’t want 
to be kissed!  Not by those, sweet, full lips….and I’m not dying to find out what 
it would feel like to explore every inch of his mouth, to see if he tastes as sweet 
as I imagine he would…And….oh by the Valar!  Shut UP! // "Send word if you 
have need of me, Faramir, or if anyone looks like they’re even *thinking* of 
harming you."

Faramir's eyes widened and he felt a silly grin spread across his face as Haldir 
pulled away from giving him a gentle chaste kiss. "I will. I will come find you 
for the noon meal," he said smiling happily. 

As he opened the door to his room he saw one of the servants carrying a stack of 
bed linens and on a whim reached back to take Haldir's hand pulling him 
through the doorway. Quickly he pressed his lips to the surprised Elf's. This 
particular servant he knew to be a terrible gossip, he knew once she rounded the 
corner the girl would practically fly to the wash rooms to tell the women there 
the tale of the young lord kissing a visiting Elf. 

When his lips lingered on Haldir's however, all thought of deception and 
servants fled his mind as soft lips moved against his own. Slowly his arms 
wound around Haldir's waist and he almost lost himself in the kiss. Pulling 
away abruptly, he whispered, "I'm sorry...I'll...I'll explain that later." Then he 
turned and made his way as quickly as he was able toward the barracks where 
his men were awaiting him.

Haldir watched as the young Lord hurried down the hall, and found that he 
couldn't stop smiling.  His fingers moved up to his lips, which were still tingling 
from Faramir's kiss.  He'd been too shocked to respond to the kiss the way he 
wanted to, but when Faramir's arms had wrapped around his waist, Haldir's eyes 
had fallen shut and his heart had started to pound.  And at that moment, Haldir, 
Marchwarden of Lorien, fell completely and utterly in love with Faramir, a 
captain of Gondor.

The Elf's fingers ran lightly over his lips as he stared after the retreating figure.  
//How can this be happening?  I…I am in love…in love with the most gentle 
and beautiful man on all of Arda!//  Leaning back against the door frame, he let 
his hand fall to his side and sighed.  //No one will believe this…I can hardly 
believe it myself.  I didn’t think I was capable of these feelings…but what else 
could this be?//
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faramir looked down at his notes again and tried to remember where he'd last 
stopped counting. His mind kept slipping back to the hurried kiss he'd bestowed 
upon Haldir earlier. 

He had been distracted all morning with thoughts of the beautiful Elf, and had to 
re-count bed rolls several times. Normally his supply clerk would do this, but 
the soldier's wife had just had a baby so Faramir had granted him leave and 
instead of handing over the task to someone else, he took it upon himself to do 
it. He had to write a report for his father anyway, so he might as well just do the 
inventory himself. 

Looking back up from his notes he sighed softly. //Maybe I shouldn't have 
kissed him? It seemed like a good idea at the time...a perfect way to get the 
servants talking...but...But what if Haldir didn't appreciate someone like me 
kissing him?// Faramir ran his hand through his hair and gazed out the window 
of the supply room. //He couldn't have wanted to be kissed by someone like 
me...someone so far beneath him. I'll have to apologize when I see him 
again...IF I see him again. He may have decided this whole ruse was a bad idea 
now.//

***

Haldir was smiling as he strode down the hall to find Faramir.  He still wasn’t 
sure who they were putting on this show for, but he hoped whomever it was 
would be there to see that the Steward’s youngest son was *with* someone 
now.  Someone who would not take kindly to a single hair on Faramir’s head 
being harmed.  

He’d managed to postpone any further meetings with Denethor for a few days, 
but had talked with his advisors for most of the morning.  They had seemed a 
little more open to being allies with the Elves, but dared not speak too openly, 
obviously afraid of angering their Steward.  Haldir had tried to concentrate, but, 
to his surprise, found his mind wandering back to Faramir and the kiss they’d 
shared just before the young man had walked away.  Finally calling an end to 
the meeting, the Silvan Elf had hurried toward the training fields, eager to spend 
more time with his new friend.  //And eager to taste those lips again.  
Thoroughly, this time.//  In the back of his mind, he knew the kiss had simply 
been for the servant’s benefit – it was, after all, Haldir’s idea to let everyone 
think they were together – but he *had* enjoyed kissing the Faramir more than 
he believed possible.  Enjoyed it very  much, in fact.  Maybe too much.   He 
hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day.

Haldir stopped to ask one of the Rangers if he might know where their Captain 
could be found, and was pointed in the direction of the supply room.  Hurrying 
toward the door, he opened it quietly and his smile widened when he saw 
Faramir standing there, staring up at a shelf laden with bedrolls.  //Just as 
beautiful as he was this morning.  And hopefully he’s still feeling all right.//  
“Faramir?” he asked quietly as he entered the room.  “I hope I am not disturbing 
you?”

Faramir turned as he heard the soft lyrical voice call his name and couldn't stop 
the smile that spread across his face. "Not at all," he said writing down what he 
needed to and then crossed the room to him. After a moment his smiled slipped 
as he worried that Haldir was here to tell him that he'd rather not continue down 
the path they had spoke of that morning. "How...how have the negotiations gone 
today?" he asked, seeking for something mundane to try and avoid the questions 
he really wanted to ask. //Have you changed your mind? Did I offend you this 
morning?//

Haldir’s heart began to beat faster as Faramir came closer – a condition that was 
completely foreign to him.  But Faramir was….well, he was everything most 
men were not, in Haldir’s experience.  He was kind, gentle, honest, and more 
beautiful than anyone – man or Elf – that Haldir had ever seen.  As the smile 
left Faramir’s face, Haldir’s did the same and he resisted his initial urge to touch 
the young Lord.  “The negotiations went well,” he managed.  //There is no one 
in here to put a show on for, so naturally, he does not want you to touch him.//  
With a soft sigh, the Elf looked around the room, determined not to look back at 
the soft, full lips of the man in front of him.  “Are you feeling well?” he asked, 
finally letting his eyes settle on the parchment in Faramir’s hand.

"Still a bit sore, but the salve you used helped a great deal. I honestly don't 
know how to thank you, Haldir. You have truly done more than I deserve," 
Faramir said softly as his fingers gripped the parchment a bit tighter to keep 
himself from reaching out to touch the Elf. He didn't understand why he 
suddenly had the urge to touch Haldir, to feel him close, and it unnerved him. 
"I'm...I..." he trailed off unable to say the apology he had in his mind all 
morning as Haldir's eyes gazed into his own.

Haldir began shaking his head before Faramir had finished talking.  Sensing the 
uneasiness in the young man’s demeanor, his hand reached out and covered his 
friend’s.  “You deserve to *not* be hurt,” he said softly.  “You deserve to feel 
safe and secure in your own land, and especially in your own home.  You 
deserve to be cherished, not abused.  You deserve so much more than you’ve 
been given, Faramir.”  His fingers tightened over Faramir’s and Haldir moved a 
bit closer.  “Has something happened since we parted this morning?  You 
seem…..a bit ill at ease.”

Faramir stared at Haldir's hand covering his own and shook his head, 
"No...nothing has happened. I have been worried that...that I may have offended 
you, overstepped my bounds this morning. I...I apologize for kissing you that 
way. I did it so the servant could see...but...//I enjoyed it more than I ever 
dreamed I would// I am sorry. I won't do that again without your permission," 
his words spilled out quickly and he was glad that he'd been able to keep his 
thoughts to himself. He'd never felt these feelings before, and it was frightening. 
Haldir was trying to help him and he was going to have to put a damper on the 
attraction he was feeling for the Elf.

//Offended me?  With the sweetest kiss I have ever known??// Haldir smiled and 
lifted his free hand to gently tilt Faramir’s face up until their gazes met.  
“Faramir,” he said quietly, “you do not need my permission to kiss me.  
Besides, I think it was I who kissed you first in your rooms.”  //And I would 
give all the Mithril on Arda to kiss you again – right now.//  The Elf’s thumb 
traced idly over Faramir’s lips and Haldir’s tongue unconsciously slipped out to 
lick at his own lips.  “If this……*person*…..who hurt you is to believe we are 
more than friends, we should learn to be more comfortable with each other.  So, 
please, feel free to kiss me, or touch me, anytime you see fit.”  //If only you 
would kiss me or touch me because you *wanted* to, pen velui, and not simply 
to convince your abuser that you are protected now.//  Haldir’s heart skipped a 
beat at the unbidden thought.  This was so unlike him…he simply wasn’t the 
type of Elf to touch others, to speak with them softly, and think of them for 
hours on end.  //Gods…am I losing my mind?  Or simply my heart?  Or both?//

Faramir felt his heart speed in his chest as Haldir touched him so gently. As his 
thumb traced over his lips he found himself trapped by the Elf's shimmering 
gaze. His eyes slipped to Haldir's lips and it seemed the storeroom had suddenly 
become much hotter. "Thank you," he whispered unable to voice any of the 
multitude of thoughts running through his mind not the least of which that he'd 
very much like to kiss him now. 

Hearing a familiar voice outside the doorway calling his name, Faramir stepped 
away, immediately regretting the loss of Haldir's touch and met one of his men 
at the door. He spoke to the young lieutenant and then turned back to Haldir 
who was patiently waiting for him. "I imagine you came to find me for the noon 
meal?" he asked.

Haldir sighed at the loss of contact and willed his heartbeat to slow.  
//Remember….he wants to convince his abuser of our relationship.  He does not 
*want* a relationship!//  “Yes,” he said, forcing a smile to his face and trying to 
make his tone as businesslike as possible.  “I hoped we could enter the dining 
hall together.  Leave no doubt in anyone’s mind of who you are with now.  
Unless you have reconsidered?”

Faramir smiled, "No, I've not reconsidered, I had worried that you had. Now I 
know better," he said softly. "We have a little bit of time, my father detests 
people arriving late, but I think we can take our time. I need to drop these 
figures off in my room first, I have a report to compile after the meal," he 
explained tucking the parchment under his arm, and holding his hand out to 
Haldir shyly.

Thinking that Faramir wanted to hold his hand only because they may encounter 
his abuser, Haldir reached out and curled his fingers around the captain’s, 
smiling as they renewed their contact.  His arms ached to hold the young Lord 
close, but he was hesitant to make such a bold move. He had no idea if the 
coward who abused Faramir had crossed from physical abuse to sexual abuse, 
but would not have been surprised in the least if he had – and was more than a 
little afraid of pushing Faramir away.  //Besides, when his brother returns, 
Faramir will have no further use of me.  I should enjoy his companionship, 
enjoy holding him and touching him, but dare not dream of more.//   “I am at 
your command, pen velui,” Haldir smiled, “and should be more than happy to 
accompany you wherever you wish to lead me.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir took his hand and had to concentrate on keeping his 
heart from racing. "Mithrandir taught me a bit of Elvish," Faramir said as they 
began walking back up toward his room, "I am afraid I don't know the word pen 
velui though, or if I do, I do not remember it's meaning."

Haldir blushed slightly and gave Faramir a sheepish smile.  “It means ‘lovely 
one’,” he said softly. “It was the first word that came to mind when I saw you.  
And it is the word that seems to slip from my lips whenever I speak of you.”  If 
it was in Haldir’s demeanor to lie, he would have covered his words with an 
explanation that would not embarrass his friend – he would tell him that the use 
of the term would surely convince anyone who heard them that they were in a 
relationship.  But, as he had told Faramir earlier – he never lied, and he only 
hoped he had not made the young man reconsider their plan.  Faramir *was* 
lovely, and already the Silvan Elf was dreading the day he would have to leave 
Gondor.

Faramir stopped walking and because their hands were still entwined Haldir 
stopped with him. Facing the Elf he shook his head, "I am not lovely," he 
protested softly. "I am anything but...I am plain, and unworthy of such remarks. 
You on the other hand, I always had heard the Elves were beautiful, but I do not 
have the capacity for words to describe your beauty, Haldir," he blushed 
brightly from his words and looked down.

Wishing that Faramir could see himself the way Haldir saw him, the Silvan Elf 
shook his head and squeezed the young man’s hand.  “Pen velui,” he said softly.  
“Vanimle sila tiri.  That means ‘your beauty shines bright’.  It does, Faramir, 
even though you may not see it.  As for me….Among the Elves, I am nothing 
out of the ordinary.  But you, Faramir, you are breathtaking, more beautiful than 
any Elf or man, and it pains me to hear you say differently.”  Haldir’s eyes 
widened in surprise at his own words, but he knew they were true, even as he 
spoke them.  He’d never been romantic by any stretch of the imagination, or 
even *nice*, truth be told, yet here he was, practically throwing himself at 
Faramir’s feet!

Faramir's head was already shaking as Haldir spoke, "I wish you would not say 
such things. I do not deserve it," Faramir spoke softly. The only person who had 
ever called him beautiful was his brother and he knew that he only said that out 
of brotherly love. //He cannot find me beautiful. It just isn't possible to see 
something that is not there.// 

Deciding that they may be at an impasse from the look on Haldir's face, Faramir 
nodded slowly, "Thank you," he said simply and then began to walk beside the 
Elf once more toward their destination. //He thinks I am beautiful? Maybe he 
means in spirit? Boromir always says I have a beautiful and kind soul...and 
Mithrandir has said the same...maybe that's what he means. He cannot mean 
physical beauty, because I have none of that.//

Haldir realized that no one had ever taken the time to help Faramir see his own 
beauty and strength.  If only he knew who had made the young Lord see himself 
this way!  And if only Faramir could possibly want more than a false 
relationship, one founded only to keep him safe, then Haldir realized that he 
would gladly spend a lifetime making him see how special and lovely he really 
was.  //No.  He does *not* want that.  He does *not* want you.  This is a 
relationship of convenience, and nothing more.  He is your friend, the only 
friend you have ever had, and only that.  He will forget you when you leave his 
city and return to your home. //  

As they entered Faramir’s rooms, Haldir reluctantly released his hand.  “Would 
you allow me to move my belongings to your room?” he asked nervously.  “I 
am sure the……coward who hurt you will be watching us closely.  And I, of 
course, will find my sleep anywhere you like, if you would like to once again 
have your bed to yourself.  I don’t wish to force my attentions on you when we 
are alone.”  

Faramir set the parchments on his desk and turned to look at Haldir, "Of course, 
please go ahead," he said softly. "I...it is up to you but I think it might be more... 
believable if you slept here...in my bed," Faramir flushed as the words left his 
mouth. He knew it was for show but he had so enjoyed sleeping next to the Elf 
the night before. It truly was the first time he had slept well in years - it was as 
if Haldir's mere presence even protected him from his nightmares.

Haldir bit his lip and looked away, studying the books that lined the walls of 
Faramir’s room.  Every time the young Lord’s face flushed, Haldir found 
himself losing a bit more of his heart.  He was falling for the young Lord, 
falling hard, and could not seem to stop himself.  If only his attentions would be 
welcome.  Faramir had said he wished for them to share his bed, true, --- but 
only to make their story believable.   //It’s not like he could feel anything for 
you anyway, you foolish Elf!  No one can!  You *will* be alone for eternity, 
and you know it.  And up until a few hours ago, you were fine with that 
notion!//

“Yes,” Haldir agreed, forcing the emotion from his voice and nodding.  “We 
need to make this as believable as possible.  I understand that your brother will 
not return for some weeks, and I would take no chance that anyone doubt our 
story.”  Unable to help himself, he continued almost against his will even as his 
face turned crimson.  “But I must admit, I am happy that I will be able to hold 
you again this night.”

As Haldir said that he would be happy to hold him again Faramir's head 
snapped up and he looked at him for a moment. //Could...could he possibly be 
feeling the same thing I am?// "I will be happy for that too...I have never slept 
so peacefully," he said softly. Crossing the room to where Haldir stood he 
reached out and placed his hand tentatively on his arm. "I...find your nearness 
more than merely comforting," he said softly watching Haldir's eyes for any 
sense of revulsion at his admission.

Haldir’s breath caught in his chest and he rested a shaking hand over Faramir’s.  
“Faramir,” he murmured, swallowing the lump in his throat and telling himself 
to weigh his words carefully.  “I…I have found myself thinking of you all day.  
I have looked forward to being with you again, and….and I had hoped to 
continue the kiss we began this morning.  I failed to tell you how much I 
enjoyed that kiss, brief though it was.”

Faramir felt Haldir's hand tremble as it rested over his own and he found 
himself enthralled. //He thought of me? He wanted to continue the kiss?// 
Staring into the sparkling blue eyes he saw nothing but a look of sweet longing, 
the same look he knew was reflected in his own eyes. "I...I have thought about 
you all day as well. I can't tell you how many times I had to recount bedrolls or 
tents in the supply room because my mind would wander to thoughts of you," 
he whispered softly. "I know not what to do...the kiss we shared...I've honestly 
not shared many kisses in my life, and none as sweet."

Haldir dared to move closer, bringing Faramir’s hand to his lips as he brushed a 
soft kiss across each knuckle.  His heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest and 
he struggled to hold on to the last vestiges of his control.  The look in the young 
Lord’s eyes put aside any reservations Haldir had as he gazed into the beautiful 
blue eyes before him, and in that instant, the Silvan Elf lost his heart more 
completely than he’d ever dreamed he could.  Still holding Faramir’s hand, 
Haldir’s other hand moved to rest gently on the young captain’s lower back, 
remembering where each scar and bruise lay, and taking care not cause him 
pain.  “It was the sweetest kiss I have ever known also,” he said softly.  “And I 
feel I could lose myself in your arms for a lifetime, pen velui.”

Faramir felt as if his heart might race out of his chest as Haldir moved closer 
and kissed his hand. "I believe perhaps our deception has turned to a truth," he 
spoke softly leaning in closer to Haldir. //I'm falling in love with an Elf! This 
can't be happening yet it is...and I can't stop myself.// He knew this could end 
badly, he knew what his father would say and do but he suddenly lost any sense 
of caring about that. His father could beat him until he was broken completely 
and it would not change what he felt in his heart. He was falling in love with 
Haldir. Had been, he supposed, since the night before. Closing the final few 
inches between them he pressed his lips gently against Haldir's, the kiss 
tentative and halting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Haldir was more than ready for the kiss this time.  He pulled Faramir closer and 
released his hand, winding both arms carefully around his waist, making sure to 
avoid the mydrid of cuts and bruises he knew lay underneath the young man's 
tunic.  Faramir’s lips were soft and trembling beneath his own, and Haldir’s lips 
parted, allowing his tongue to slowly slide forth into the young lord’s mouth.  
He gently explored the delicious warmth, his eyes falling shut and his soft sigh 
lost within the sweet cavern behind Faramir’s lips.  After long moments of 
savoring the taste, Haldir’s tongue drew back, sliding along Faramir’s and 
inviting it to venture forth and explore his own mouth.    

Feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach, Faramir lost himself in Haldir's 
kiss. The feel of Haldir's lips against his and his tongue sliding against his own 
was intoxicating. The man's hands tightened on the Elf's waist and pulled him 
closer still as his own tongue tentatively moved forward into Haldir's mouth. 
The heat, and sweetness was like nothing he had ever known. Soon the need for 
air was too great and he had to break away, feeling dizzy as he stared into 
beautiful eyes. He simply stared at the Elf, memorizing the look on his beautiful 
face before leaning forward to taste perfect lips again feeling that he could never 
get enough.

//Our deception has turned to a truth.//  The words rang in Haldir’s mind again 
and again.  He lifted one hand up to rest on the back of Faramir’s head and 
deepened the kiss, his body seeming to melt against his lover’s as Faramir 
pulled him closer.  He could easily just stand here and kiss the young lord for 
hours, he thought as the room was filled with soft sighs from both their lips.  
Pulling away breathlessly, Haldir gently let tendrils of Faramir’s hair trail 
between his fingers as he stared into sparkling blue eyes.  “Faramir,” he 
whispered softly, “could you ever see your way clear to love an Elf?”  

Faramir smiled adoringly at Haldir and nodded, "I think I already do," he 
whispered feeling his heart racing in his chest. Normally he might have checked 
his words and not so readily admitted his feelings, but something in Haldir's 
eyes spoke to him...telling him that he would be safe to admit how he felt. 

Haldir’s smile matched Faramir’s own as he heard the words that fell from the 
sweet, kiss-swollen lips before him.  He’d never dreamed of finding love, never 
even thought it was possible for someone like himself, but there was no way he 
could *not* fall for this beautiful man in his arms.  Words he’d never in his life 
said, and certainly never thought, rested on his tongue and he brought both 
hands up to tenderly cup his lover’s face.  “I love you,” he said softly, staring 
into shining blue eyes and falling in love all over again.  “When your kinsmen 
see us together, they will not be seeing a lie, for you have truly captured my 
heart.”

Faramir could not believe what he was hearing, what he was feeling in Haldir's 
arms. //How can anyone so perfect love me?// "I am not worthy of your love, 
Haldir, but I do feel the same. I have never felt this way before. I feel as if my 
heart may burst with joy just being here in your arms, kissing your lips," he said 
softly. Then he thought about their stations, their...differences. Haldir was an 
Elf.  He had seen so much in his long life and Faramir's short life was 
insignificant in the scheme of things. His father...Gods his father would be 
furious with him. "I...I am afraid that my father will be angry about 
this...about...us," Faramir said after a moment. When it was just a ruse he knew 
his father would be angry but Haldir would leave when Boromir returned...but 
what now? Will he still leave him?

Haldir’s arms slid carefully back down Faramir’s back, unwilling to let him go 
for even a moment.  He knew they should be leaving for the dining hall, but he 
simply didn’t ever want to let this moment end.  Stepping toward a chair that sat 
against the wall behind them, Haldir sat down and gently tugged Faramir down 
with him until Faramir sat on his lap.  He rested his head on the young captain’s 
chest and held him close for a moment before pulling back and staring into his 
eyes, noticing that they suddenly looked worried and more than a little afraid.  
“I know your father does not like Elves,” he said softly, “but surely he would 
have you happy?  I swear by the Valar, Faramir, I will do everything in my 
power to make you happy…anything and everything.  But something else seems 
to weigh on your mind.  Tell me, please, what you are thinking?”

Faramir smiled softly as Haldir pulled him down into a chair with him and 
curled his arms around his love. He bit his bottom lip afraid to ask the question 
playing in his mind but finally he decided that he had to know. "I...I am 
wondering what will happen now...when my brother returns will you still return 
to your home? Will you still leave...me?" he asked softly feeling ashamed at 
how needy his question had been.

Haldir’s heart broke at the very thought of leaving Faramir, and he shook his 
head at once.  “I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered honestly, lifting one 
hand up to rest on the young lord’s cheek.  His words were true…he didn’t want 
to leave Faramir’s side...and he had the distinct feeling somewhere deep inside 
him that that feeling would never go away.  “I will have to travel back to Lorien 
and speak with my Lord and Lady after your brother returns, but I have no 
doubt they will give me their blessing.  I have guarded the realm for centuries, 
and I believe they will be happy to see that I have finally fallen in love.  My 
Lady often told me my standards were too high – that I would never find an Elf 
perfect enough for me to fall in love with.  Little did I know that she said was 
true….that my heart would lie in the hands of a captain of Gondor.”

Faramir stared disbelievingly at Haldir. //...that my heart would lie in the hands 
of a captain of Gondor.// He smiled happily and curled his arms around his love, 
kissing him tenderly. "You will leave your home for me?" he whispered in awe. 
"I...I don't deserve such honors...I truly don't, but I cannot bring myself to be 
selfless enough to deny that I don't wish for you to be by my side, always," he 
whispered. It was so hard to believe that he'd only met this incredible being the 
afternoon before, and he was already willing to give up his home in the Golden 
Wood he has heard so many wonderful things of. "You will be alright? Staying 
here? I know that Gondor could never be the home Lorien is to you," he 
whispered, worried that Haldir was making a mistake...making a decision too 
quickly that he will regret later.

Haldir gazed into Faramir’s eyes for a moment, thinking of the Golden Wood 
that he’d protected for many long centuries.  It was the only place on Arda he 
truly cared for, yet it would hold little happiness for him unless Faramir lived 
within her borders, of that he had no doubt.  If he were to return, he would long 
for the young captain as he’d never longed for anything or anyone in his life.  
“Pen velui,” said whispered, “I have known you for less than a day, but I 
already know that my home is where ever you are.  I will find a place here, a 
place where my skills as a warrior can be put to use – and I would spend every 
minute of every day thinking of you, dreaming of you, and holding you at every 
opportunity, if you will allow me to do so.”

"I will...my love, I will always want you near me," Faramir said softly resting 
his head against Haldir's shoulder. There was so much he needed to tell him...so 
much that might change his mind. "Do you mind if we have our noon meal here 
in my room? I do not feel like having to endure my father's scrutiny right 
now...and there are some things...some things we must discuss that may change 
your mind. May change how you feel about me," he whispered feeling his heart 
constrict in his chest. He didn't want to lose Haldir after he had just found him, 
but he could not keep secrets from him. It was not in his nature to deceive 
someone he cared for.

Haldir placed a soft kiss on Faramir’s forehead and shook his head.  “Nothing in 
all of Arda will make me change my mind about loving you,” he whispered.  
“So, push that thought from your mind, I beg of you.”  His fingers trailed gently 
through his lover’s hair and he simply held him for long moments before he 
moved.  “I will tell the guard to find a servant to bring some food for us, and 
would love nothing more than to put my arms around you and listen to whatever 
you would like to share with me.  But it will *not* change how I feel.  You have 
my word, Faramir – nothing could make me stop loving you.”

"I hope that is true, Haldir," Faramir said softly, "I truly hope what I have to say 
doesn't change how you feel about me." Faramir untangled himself from Haldir 
and stood up. "It's...about the identity of who hurt me and has hurt me since I 
was a small child," Faramir said softly unsure exactly where to start. He had 
never talked to anyone else about the abuse. Some guards knew of it, though not 
the extent, and some of the healers knew...they couldn't help but know.

Tears of pain and anger filled Haldir’s eyes at the very thought of anyone 
hurting Faramir – and it sounded like the abuse had gone on for a very, very 
long time.  Rising from the chair, he blinked back his tears and shook his head.  
He walked to the door and asked the guard to have someone send food for two 
to Faramir’s room, then asked him to have someone send his belongings to 
Faramir’s room as well.  The guard nodded, and Haldir closed the door, turning 
toward his lover and giving him an encouraging smile.  

Haldir crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, not sure if Faramir 
would want to be alone, or next to him as he talked about something so 
obviously painful – something that had apparently began in childhood.  “You 
heard me ask the guard to have my belongings moved into your room,” he said 
softly.  “That is how sure I am that whatever you say will not change my mind.”  

Faramir nodded and smiled softly. “Thank you for that,” he whispered trying to 
decide where to start. "The...the marks you saw on me were inflicted by my 
father. It was why I had to leave so quickly yesterday. I knew if I tarried too 
long, that it would be even worse than what I thought...and in truth it was worse. 
He has been doing that to me since not long after my mother died when I was a 
small child," the words seemed to spill out flatly devoid of emotion, as if he 
were reading the words rather than having experienced them.  "It started out just 
a slap across my face if I said or did anything that displeased him, 
and...escalated from there over the years." Faramir stopped speaking and 
wrapped his arms around himself looking out the window. He was unsure how 
to go on...how to tell Haldir the full extent. Loving someone completely meant 
more than just holding one another, but would Haldir want him in that way 
knowing...about the other?

Haldir shook his head as he tried to make sense of Faramir’s words.  //His adar 
did this to him?  Denethor hurt his own flesh and blood?  How in all of Arda 
could he raise a hand to his own son?//  Before he knew what he was doing, 
he’d moved off the bed and was standing behind Faramir, his chest pressing 
gently against his lover’s bruised and beaten back, and his hands resting on 
Faramir’s stomach.  “He had no right,” he said softly, pressing his lips to the 
young man's temple and biting back the anger at Faramir’s father that threatened 
to overwhelm him.  “No right to touch you, to hurt you, pen velui.  I have heard 
tales of men who would hurt their own children in this manner, but I never 
thought them to be true.  It *will* not happen again.  I will cut off his hands if 
he dares to lay another finger on you.”

Faramir melted back into Haldir's arms and closed his eyes as he spoke softly. "I 
feared you would think less of me...but," squeezing his eyes shut tightly he felt 
his body shudder in Haldir's arms, "but that is not everything. Most everyone in 
Gondor knows I am Denethor's 'lesser son' as I said yesterday, most within these 
walls know that he has beaten me, though they do not breathe a word of it 
beyond this house...Boromir does not know of most of it. It is why he never 
marks my face or chest. The...the other...the other things… I know that with 
love and a relationship that you will want me physically...and you need to know 
that you will be with a man who is unclean. When I was thirteen he 
began...doing more than just beating me when he was angry," Faramir's words 
ground to a halt unable to give voice to the vile things his father had done to 
him over the last ten years.

Haldir took a deep breath and he knew at that moment that he could easily kill 
Faramir’s father.  His teeth ground together and his eyes narrowed as he 
pictured *anyone* hurting their own child in that manner, and especially that 
pitiful excuse for a Steward hurting dear, sweet Faramir.  “Seron vell,” (my 
beloved), he said softly.  “That Pen thaur  …that abominable one… who calls 
himself your father, is not worthy to breathe the same air you breathe.  I would 
find him and kill him where he stands if I did not have you in my arms.”  Gently 
turning Faramir around in his arms, Haldir pulled him close, silver tears falling 
from his eyes and landing on his lover’s face.  Haldir had never let anyone see 
him cry, at least not since he was of age, yet he was unable to stop his tears 
now.  “You are not unclean, melethen.  You are pure and perfect, and I love 
you.”

As Haldir turned him around and he saw tears in his love's eyes his restraint 
broke and tears slipped down Faramir’s face as his lover held him close. He 
sobbed quietly against Haldir's neck. "I do not deserve you, I truly do not, but I 
cannot let you go," he barely managed to utter the words as his body shook from 
the emotional turmoil roiling through him. "I...I have never told anyone 
this...not even my own brother," he whispered surprised at how it seemed to 
make his soul feel less burdened having shared his secrets with another.

Haldir’s tears mingled with Faramir’s as he pulled him even closer.  After a 
moment, he bent down and slid one arm beneath his lover’s knees, lifting him 
easily, and carried him over to the bed, much as he had the night before.  This 
time, however, he settled Faramir in his lap, and leaned back to rest against the 
headboard as he cradled Faramir against his chest, rocking him gently, and 
kissing away his tears.  “My sweet Faramir,” he murmured softly, “you have 
borne this burden alone for so many years.  You have more strength than 
anyone I have ever known.  But you will be alone no more, pen velui.  I will be 
beside you as long as there is breath in my body.”

Faramir was surprised as Haldir scooped him into his arms and carried him to 
the bed. He remembered how that had felt the night before and wrapped his 
arms around his love, resting his tear stained face against the soft fabric of his 
tunic. "I am not strong, or I would have been able to stop it long before now," 
he said sadly. Curling closer to Haldir he closed his eyes and tried to relax into 
his gentle touch. //He has not rejected me, even after knowing all of this.// 
Faramir couldn't help but wonder how Haldir could possibly still want him after 
admitting all of that, but he thanked the Valar that he did.

“That is….that is why you were bathing so long last night,” Haldir said, almost 
to himself.  “Why you were rubbing your skin until it was raw.  He…he did this 
to you last night, did he not?”  

Faramir nodded, his breath hitching as he tried to answer, "Y..yes," he 
murmured softly, "After I left you at the council chamber."

//So, his own father was using him while I was admiring the tapestries!//  “I am 
so sorry,” Haldir said softly.  “If I had known, I would have made him stop.  I 
would have cut off his member and fed it to the pigs in the lowest levels of your 
city!”

Faramir shook his head; "You cannot say anything about this, Haldir. He cannot 
know that I told you...no one can," he said worriedly. "Promise me. Promise me 
you won't do anything," Faramir sat up looking into Haldir's eyes, his own 
thoughts frantic. "It will end now, he has always said that no one would ever 
love me except he and Boromir...now that I have found you, I don't believe he 
will ever touch me again."

Haldir saw the panic in his lover’s eyes and felt his heart break all over again.  
//He said that no one would ever love you?  My darling Faramir…he was so 
very wrong.//  “Please, melethen,” Haldir pleaded, “he has hurt you.  I cannot let 
him go unpunished for everything he has put you through….”  

"No, Haldir, please...please do not. This is why Boromir does not know; he 
would kill his own father if he knew. I hate my father, I stopped feeling any 
love for him the first time he...he...I've not loved him for many years but he is 
the Steward. You want an alliance between Gondor and Lorien - killing the 
Steward is not the way to achieve that!" Faramir pleaded. "Please...it will end, 
yesterday was the last time. And knowing that I have you...I will be strong 
enough to deny him."

Haldir could see the rising panic in Faramir’s eyes and reached out to pull him 
back into his embrace.  “Faramir,” he whispered, holding his lover close, 
“please…I cannot stand to see you like this.  I would love nothing more than to 
make him pay for touching you, to be punished for every time he struck you, or 
harmed you, or….or ra...abused you.   It will be the most difficult task I have 
ever undertaken, but if you ask it of me, I will not touch him.  But if you ever 
reconsider, I will kill him without the slightest mercy or hesitation.”
  
Faramir shuddered when Haldir said that he would kill his father without mercy 
or hesitation. Part of him wished he could allow it, but he could not. "Thank 
you," he whispered softly sinking into Haldir's arms again. Hearing a soft knock 
at the door he looked up at Haldir only just then remembering he had asked for 
his things to be brought and for food to be brought to them.

Haldir gently kissed Faramir’s forehead and sighed.  “I will see to our food,” he 
whispered as he carefully untangled himself from his lover and gently deposited 
him back on the bed.  Walking over toward the door, he continued.  “You, my 
pen velui, lie here and relax.  And unless you object, I will tell the guard to tell 
your company you have been called away on business for the afternoon, and 
will return to them tomorrow.  I would like to stay here with you for the rest of 
the day, and speak of happier times.  You could tell me of the good times in 
your life, and I could tell you tales of my Lord and Lady, and of the Golden 
Wood.”  As he spoke, he took the food-laden tray from the servant with one 
hand, and a box filled with his belongings with the other.  He dismissed the 
servant and looked toward his lover, waiting for his answer before giving the 
guard who waited outside the door his instructions.

Faramir smiled, he knew he should not take the rest of the day off but he was 
still sore and would much rather spend time with Haldir. "That sounds 
wonderful, I would love to learn more about you and your past," Faramir said 
softly. He would still need to finish that report, but it was not a pressing matter.  
He was still amazed that after all he told Haldir, he still wished to remain with 
him. //This is the kind of love I've read about but never dreamed I would feel. 
He stays, even after knowing what I've allowed all these years.// Faramir pushed 
all of the darker thoughts aside, wanting to learn more about Haldir, and think 
of happier times.

Haldir gave the guard his orders, and then brought the tray of food back to sit on 
the table by the bed.  He sat behind his lover and gently urged Faramir to lean 
back against him, careful not to put any pressure on his back.  “The fruits and 
sweets look excellent,” he smiled, softly kissing the side of Faramir’s neck, “but 
I think I shall find nothing as delicious as you, pen velui.”  If Haldir had heard 
these words spoken earlier, he would have rolled his eyes and sneered, thinking 
that whomever would talk like that, would lay their soul bare in such a manner, 
was nothing more than a blithering idiot who wanted nothing more than a few 
hours pleasure.  But he meant every word…he honestly could not think of one 
single thing that tasted as sweet as the man in his arms.

Faramir's stomach rumbled and he almost laughed at himself. This would be the 
first meal he'd had since the noon meal the day before. As Haldir kissed his 
neck and teased him, he found himself giggling. Something he hadn't done in 
years and shook his head smiling, "You so easily find ways to make me forget 
everything and just feel happiness," he whispered.

Haldir smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover, taking both of Faramir’s 
hands in his own.  “Your laughter is more beautiful than the sound of a 
thousand elves lifting their voices in song,” he said softly.  //I will make you 
forget, Faramir.  I will spend the rest of our lives making you feel happiness and 
laughter, and more love than you can imagine if you will let me.//  Bringing his 
lover’s hands to his lips, Haldir kissed the tip of each finger before releasing 
them and sliding the table within reach.  “Your stomach, however, threatens to 
drown out the sound of your laughter, so we should fill it at once,” he teased, 
pressing another kiss to Faramir’s temple.

~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faramir couldn't remember a time when he'd enjoyed writing an inventory 
report more. He was lying on his stomach writing out the report while Haldir sat 
beside him reading one of his books. The only distracting thing was one of 
Haldir's hands was trailing lightly up and down the length of his back. How the 
Elf knew exactly where each mark and bruise was to avoid them he didn't 
know...and didn't care as he tried to concentrate on the final few lines of the 
report. "You know...you are making it very difficult for me to write this don't 
you?" he asked wondering if he should have stayed at the desk in the corner, but 
happy that he hadn't. 

Haldir laid his book on the table next to the bed and smiled at Faramir.  He 
hadn’t really been able to concentrate anyway, as his eyes kept wandering to the 
man beside him.  He would never have thought it possible to fall so hard so fast, 
yet he couldn't stop thinking of Faramir…of his taste, his scent, his smile, his 
laughter, his gentle beauty.  "Oh," he grinned, "do you wish for me to stop?" His 
fingers crept underneath Faramir's tunic and ran carefully along his spine. "I 
could always go back to my rooms and leave you in peace. Wait…..*this* is my 
room now, so that would be out of the question." Leaning forward, the Silvan 
Elf stretched out next to his lover and rested his head on one hand. "I can’t seem 
to help myself," he said softly. "I simply find you intoxicating, Melethen."

Faramir nearly snorted and had to strike out the last word on his report and 
rewrite it. "I'm anything but intoxicating...but I am glad you stayed here with 
me. It made dealing with all of these numbers much less boring," he said 
smiling. Gathering the parchments he stretched and laid them on the chest at the 
foot of his bed, wincing slightly when the damaged skin on his back reminded 
him of the marks there. Rolling onto his side he matched Haldir's pose and 
smiled, "We missed the noon meal, I'm sure we will need to make an 
appearance for dinner, your brothers may think you've been Elfnapped," 
Faramir teased as he watched Haldir's eyes sparkle in the lowering sunlight. 

Haldir rested one hand on Faramir's hip, his thumb running in soothing circles 
over the light leggings that covered the young Captain's lower body. "I think 
they would welcome the very idea of someone taking me off their hands,” he 
laughed.  “I will need to speak with them though.  There's no need for either of 
them to stay in Gondor any longer. I don’t even want them around 
that……hûachaseb (cowardly dog)who calls himself your adar." Moving closer, 
Haldir pressed a chaste kiss to Faramir's lips. "I would keep you away from him 
if I could," he said softly. "So you wouldn't have to be in the same room with 
him, and wouldn't have to bear the thought of him looking at you."

Faramir sighed softly as Haldir's lips pressed to his and nodded, "I wish it were 
that easy," he whispered. He was still trying to come to grips with the very idea 
that Haldir, an Elf, cared for him. Said he loved him...was protecting him. He 
did not deserve this beautiful creature's love, but he could not deny that he felt 
the same. From the moment their eyes had first met he had felt a warmth run 
through him...as if he wasn't meeting someone new but someone he had known 
forever. "Will...will your brothers approve? Of...this, of us?" he asked curiously. 
What if Haldir's kin did not think it was right for him to be with a man and not 
an Elf like himself? What then? Would he bend to his kinsman's wishes?

"My brothers…." Haldir hesitated. "They will be happy that I have found love at 
long last. They may be….taken aback when they realize that I am actually 
capable of loving someone, to be honest, but they will accept our relationship." 
Wrapping his arms carefully around his lover, Haldir held Faramir gently and 
closed his eyes. "All of Lorien will love you, seron vell." He had no doubt that 
his words were true. His brothers would be shocked, but they would support his 
decision when they realized that this was truly where their eldest sibling's heart 
lay.  Like Haldir, Orophin and Rumil had figured that Haldir would live for an 
eternity as he had up until this point in his life…alone and quite happy to be that 
way, never desiring a relationship of any kind.  All of Lorien would be shocked, 
in fact.  

//Capable of loving someone?// Faramir was slightly confused by Haldir's 
words. The Elf who lay beside him was unlike anyone he'd ever known. Loving, 
kind, gentle...why wouldn't they think he was capable of loving someone? 
Listening as Haldir continued, he found himself smiling. Faramir nuzzled his 
face against Haldir's neck and felt his heartbeat skip. //He does love me. If he 
intends to tell his brothers, and his people...then he does truly care for me.// 
"I...think my brother will be happy for me too," he whispered softly. //At least I 
hope he is.// Faramir pulled back and looked at the serene face his fingers 
tracing lightly over the pale almost shimmering skin. "Are all Elves this 
perfect?" he asked softly. 

Haldir smiled and gently caressed his lover's face. "Not perfect," he said softly, 
"though I have heard that we sometimes appear that way when we are truly in 
love and are loved in return." Closing his eyes, he held his lover close, inhaling 
the sweet scent that was uniquely Faramir's and smiled. 

Haldir’s mind wandered to Faramir's brother and he swallowed the lump in his 
throat, more worried about Boromir's reaction that his own brothers'. It had been 
clear from their first meeting that Faramir thought very highly of Boromir, and 
the fact that he'd said Boromir would kill their father if he knew that Denethor 
had abused him made him realize that Boromir must dearly love his younger 
brother too. If Boromir wished it, Faramir might change his mind and ask Haldir 
to leave at once. It was highly unusual for a man to fall in love with an Elf, and 
Faramir's older brother may not accept him as part of their family. His stomach 
clenched at the thought and he pulled Faramir closer. "I hope your brother won't 
hate me," he whispered. 

"He won't hate you," Faramir said softly. "I...he's hot tempered and a bit over 
protective of me sometimes... but he will listen to me. To what I want," he said, 
remembering all the times that Boromir had been so vehemently against 
something, only to change his mind once Faramir had convinced him that it was 
what he wanted. 

"I suppose we should make our way downstairs for dinner. My father will be 
expecting us since we were not at the noon meal. This...will be uncomfortable 
for both of us I am sure," Faramir said softly not looking forward to spending 
the evening under his father's scrutiny and truly hoping that Haldir's presence 
would achieve what they hoped. 

Placing a soft kiss to his lover's forehead, Haldir sighed and slid off the edge of 
the bed. He entwined his fingers with Faramir's and gently helped him from the 
bed. "Are you in pain, Meleth?" he asked, straightening his tunic with his free 
hand and pushing his dread at sharing a meal with the one creature on Arda he 
had quickly grown to hate to the back of his mind. 

"No, I feel much better than even a few hours ago," Faramir said softly. He gave 
Haldir's fingers a gentle squeeze and scooped up his report with his other hand. 
"I'll drop these off on our way. We will get through this together," he said as he 
saw a hint of *something* in Haldir's eyes. //He dreads sitting at that table as 
much as I do.// 

Haldir smiled at his lover and nodded. "Always together," he agreed as they 
walked from Faramir's room and headed toward the dining hall. They walked 
slowly and Haldir watched Faramir intently, noting that he seemed as reluctant 
to enter the dining hall as Haldir himself did. 

The Silvan Elf knew that his most difficult task would be refraining from 
confronting the Steward now that he knew his true nature, but he *had* 
promised Faramir he would not cause trouble. They dropped the report off and 
continued toward the entrance of the dining hall, where Haldir pulled his lover 
to a halt. "He cannot hurt you, meleth," he said softly. "I swear he will suffer if 
he dares to even try."

Faramir nodded slowly, "I...I cannot say I am not worried, but with you by my 
side it makes me stronger," he whispered. Leaning forward he pressed a soft 
kiss against Haldir's lips before drawing away and taking a deep breath. 
Squeezing Haldir's hand they turned and walked into the dining hall together. 
His father was just entering from the other side of the room and his eyes 
widened in a flash of anger as he saw the two of them holding hands. Faramir's 
gaze immediately drifted to the marble floor in front of him as they moved to 
their seats.

Rumil’s eyes were wide as he watched his brother walk into the hall hand in 
hand with the Steward’s son.  Elbowing Orophin in the side, he directed his 
attention toward the door, and both brothers stared at their eldest sibling as he 
and Faramir crossed the room and sat down.  Before Haldir said a word, 
Rumil’s questions were frozen on his lips as he noticed a sparkle in Haldir’s 
eyes that had never been there before.   

“You, tôr, (brother) are in love,” Rumil said, his own eyes filled with shock at 
seeing his brother this way.  He couldn’t have been more surprised, especially 
when Haldir simply nodded and actually smiled back at him.  The Haldir Rumil 
knew rarely smiled, and would normally have glared and directed a biting 
remark at him in response.  But *this* Haldir looked…happy?  //Is that even 
possible?//

“I am,” Haldir smiled, resting his arm around Faramir’s shoulder and giving it a 
gentle squeeze.  “With a mighty Captain of Gondor, no less.  But we will speak 
of this after our meal.  Faramir has need of my attention….elsewhere.”  Cutting 
his eyes across the table, Haldir’s gaze steadily met Denethor’s and he raised an 
eyebrow.  //Ah…you are not so quick to insult your son when he is not alone, 
are you, you coward?//

Denethor’s eyes lifted from Faramir’s and met Haldir’s gaze.  Seeing the fire 
behind the Elf’s blue eyes, the Steward quickly looked down at his plate, 
already planning on making Faramir sorry for this embarrassment at the earliest 
opportunity.  //I will kill them both.  That hideous Elf *dares* lay a hand on 
what is rightfully mine?  And that repulsive boy who thinks he could hold a 
candle to his older brother?  We’ll see how quickly his smile is erased when I 
beat him within an inch of life…//  At that thought, his mind pictured Faramir 
naked and bleeding, legs spread wide and tied to his desk, whimpering in pain 
and humiliation, begging him to stop.  He would *never* stop…they both knew 
that.  The mental image made his cock stiffen immediately underneath his robes 
and he could almost taste how good it would feel when he buried himself deep 
in the boy’s body, his thrusting made easier by Faramir’s own blood - the only 
lube Denethor ever used.  “Faramir,” he said with a cold smile on his face,  “I 
would speak with you after our meal.  Please report to my 
study……alone…before you retire.” 

Faramir felt his face flush as Haldir spoke to his brother, and then as his father 
spoke his mouth opened to speak but his words seemed caught in his chest. 
//report to my study...alone// He swallowed hard and looked down at his plate 
determined not to acknowledge his father's words for the moment.

Haldir cleared his throat and smiled politely at his host as he squeezed Faramir’s 
hand.  “I do apologize, my *lord*,” he said, keeping his voice low, and speaking 
the title with obvious distaste, “but Faramir and I have plans after our meal, then 
we shall retire to his room together.  You are most welcome to stop by and 
speak with him then.  I am quite sure you have a few words of……advice for 
me as well.”  

Rumil gasped at the thinly veiled anger in his brother’s voice and wisely kept 
his mouth closed as he waited for Denethor’s caustic response.  He was further 
surprised when the steward’s eyes narrowed and he nodded faintly, and then 
looked down at his plate.

Denethor’s face flushed, and he clenched his fists under the table, his erection 
disappearing immediately.  Haldir’s words were polite to anyone who was 
listening, and the steward couldn’t make a scene in front of so many people.  
//Worthless creature…pawing at the boy like that! And Faramir…such a whore!  
I bet he’s offered himself to that filthy Elf and his brothers a hundred times 
over, probably begs to be fucked at every opportunity!  When those animals 
finally leave my city, I *will* make sure the boy knows that he belongs to me, 
and *no one* else is to touch him.  IF I let him live, that is.//  

Haldir rested his forehead against Faramir's temple and squeezed his hand again 
underneath the table.  “I am sorry if I overstepped my bounds, seron vell,” he 
whispered.  //But how else can we keep you safe?  He *must* know you are no 
longer his to abuse...and you deserve to live without this fear, my sweet 
captain.//  

Faramir shook his head slowly his eyes still fixed upon his plate. "You have not, 
I...I did not know how to answer," he whispered softly for only Haldir to hear. 
His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he doubted he would eat much, if 
any of his meal. He simply wished to be out of that room and away from his 
father as quickly as possible.

“Faramir,” Haldir said softly, squeezing his hand again and moving closer.  “We 
wanted him to see that we are together.  There will be no falsehood in my eyes 
as I look at you adoringly, and your….*steward*  will see that.  All of Gondor 
will see how I feel about you.  Please look at me, Pen velui - do not be afraid.”

Faramir turned to meet Haldir's gaze and suddenly felt calmer gazing into his 
love's eyes. "Yes, we wanted him to see us," he whispered. He could feel 
Haldir's brother's staring at them across the table and tried his best to look up 
and pretend that he didn't feel an overwhelming desire to bolt from the room. 
The only thing keeping him there was Haldir's presence, his strength, and the 
calming feel of his hand in Faramir's.

Haldir’s fingers stayed curled around his lover’s throughout the meal as he 
picked at his food, glancing between his lover and Denethor repeatedly.  He 
noticed his brothers could feel the tension, and were unusually quiet and 
contained.  In fact, everyone in the room seemed on edge, and even Haldir felt 
restless.  Deciding to make no secret of their relationship, Haldir turned toward 
his brother and smiled.  “I have fallen in love with the steward’s son, Rumil,” he 
said loudly enough for Denethor to hear as he squeezed his lover’s hand gently.  
“I would ask you and Orophin to return to Lorien and inform our Lord and Lady 
that I will not be returning for some time.”

The announcement brought smiles to the faces of almost everyone in the room, 
and several of the guests toasted the couple.  Haldir smiled and accepted 
everyone’s good wishes, as his gaze drifted toward the head of the table.  
Denethor sat perfectly still, his face frozen and his eyes cold as he stared at his 
youngest son.  

“I bid you all a good evening,” he said abruptly, standing and pushing his chair 
back against the wall with a loud crack.  “The meal has been………….most 
enlightening.  And I think I will take you up on your offer to visit *my* son’s 
room another night.  I find myself feeling ill at the moment.”  Without another 
word, Denethor strode from the room, his robes flapping around his feet and his 
hands clenched at his sides.

As Denethor's chair scraped across the floor and slammed against the wall 
Faramir jumped, dropping his fork with a clatter, and he sat motionless staring 
down at his plate. He reached out to retrieve the dropped utensil and noticed that 
his hand was trembling. Quickly he pulled his hand back as if he'd been 
branded. Instead he sat with his shoulders hunched and his hands clasped in his 
lap. He could not bring himself to look up at Haldir's brothers whose eyes he 
could feel fixed upon him.

“What was *that* about?” Rumil asked Haldir.  “Does the Steward not wish 
for….”

Haldir raised one hand, cutting his brother off mid-sentence, his gaze never 
leaving Faramir.  “I am sorry, seron vell,” he said, taking both of Faramir’s 
hands in his own.  Trying to take the focus off of his lover, he spoke loudly 
enough so everyone in the hall could hear him.  “I find that I am suddenly tired 
and wish to retire.  Will you join me?”

Faramir nodded slowly as Haldir took his hands. "Yes," he whispered softly. 
Looking up briefly he could feel his face flush and he bowed slightly to Haldir's 
brothers. "Goodnight," he whispered.  As they stood, Haldir wrapped his arm 
around Faramir's waist, a movement that the man was more than grateful for. 
"I'm sorry," he whispered as they made it to the doorway, "I am sorry that I 
embarrassed you in front of your brothers. They must think you have fallen in 
love with a mouse."

Haldir lead his lover through the door and stopped.  He wrapped both arms 
around Faramir, holding him close.  “You could never embarrass me,” he said 
softly, pressing his lips against Faramir’s temple and feeling his lover tremble 
against him.  “I think my brothers are jealous.  I fear I may have to fight both of 
them for your affections after they have seen how handsome my Gondorian 
Captain is now that they have had the chance to inspect your sparkling blue eyes 
up close.”

Faramir laughed nervously and shook his head, "I don't think that will be an 
issue...I don't think I looked up from my plate the entire meal," he said softly. 
"Please...let's just return to our room?" he asked still feeling unnerved but much 
calmer than he had moments before. Haldir's nearness seemed to soothe him.

“Of course, seron vell,” Haldir said softly, keeping one arm securely around his 
lover as they walked back toward Faramir’s room.  His anger at Denethor had 
steadily risen throughout the meal, but he was more worried about Faramir than 
anything else at the moment.  As they reached the door to their room, Haldir 
hurriedly opened it and stepped in, taking his lover back into his arms at once.  
“I am so sorry,” he whispered as he rained soft kisses over Faramir’s face.  “He 
is angry, but we did expect that.  He will not have you to take his anger out on 
now, pen vuin (dear one).  You are safe.  He cannot hurt you.”

Faramir sunk into Haldir's embrace and closed his eyes as feather light kisses 
brushed over his face. He felt treasured and wrapped his arms around his love. 
"I know...he cannot hurt me now," he whispered, "And I love you so very much 
and thank you for standing by me." No one except Boromir had ever stood with 
him against his father and even Boromir faltered in that sometimes. Wrapping 
his arms tighter around his lover Faramir kissed him tenderly, a soft and gentle 
press of lips but soon it turned to more. He knew that he was still trembling but 
now it was more from passion than from fear.

Haldir’s arms tightened around his lover as Faramir’s lips sought his own.  
Sighing into the kiss, he pulled his love closer and welcomed the seeking tongue 
into his mouth, loving the way Faramir tasted, the way he tentatively explored 
the inside of his cheek, and licked at his teeth.  In all his many years, the Elf had 
never found anyone who had this effect over him – the ability to make his blood 
race through his veins and his heart pound in his chest with a simple kiss.  “I 
love you, Melethen,” he whispered as he drew breathlessly away from the kiss 
to stare into sparkling eyes.  “You make my heart race and my body yearn for 
you more with every passing second.”

Faramir smiled as he gazed into Haldir's shimmering eyes. "I feel the same way, 
though I have never...never been...I..." he trailed off unable to explain. He had 
never been with anyone other than his father, he had never kissed another 
except when he was a young boy and one of the kitchen maids kissed him 
quickly for helping her when she slipped and fell. His father had punished him 
for just that innocent kiss.

Haldir placed one finger underneath his lover’s chin and let his thumb trail 
lightly over kiss swollen lips.  “You have never been….what, seron vell?”  he 
asked softly.  “Please, do not be ashamed to tell me anything.  I want to know 
everything about you – what you feel, what you are thinking, what you 
want….everything.”

Faramir felt his face flush again, "I have never kissed anyone until you...my...he 
would not allow me to *be* with anyone. Even a once childish innocent kiss 
had earned his wrath," he spoke softly. "I...he is the only one I have ever *been* 
with," he said his voice halting unable to continue. He did not wish to think of 
*him* anymore. Faramir watched Haldir's eyes and felt himself shiver when he 
saw the realization dawn in the Elf's sparkling eyes. //Did I say too much? Will 
he still want me knowing that?//

“Oh, melethen,” Haldir whispered softly.  “I didn't know.”  //He has ruined so 
much for you, my beloved.  But he cannot ruin this…..he cannot ruin *us*.//  “I 
will show you what it is like to be loved, Faramir, really and truly loved.  I think 
I know how to do that now.  For every time he touched you, I will touch you a 
thousand times more, and my every caress will be with all the love and 
tenderness I possess until you forget that anyone ever touched you before me.  I 
will not make you regret loving me, Faramir.”

Faramir smiled and shook his head, "I could never regret loving you, Haldir," he 
spoke softly but his words were clear and strong. Nothing in this world was he 
more certain of than that. He would never regret Haldir's love. "I worried...that 
you may not understand ...that you might think that I am simply too broken and 
not worth the effort, but I see that is not true, that will never be true."   

“You are not broken,” Haldir whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his 
lover’s ear.  “You are perfect, and strong, and breathtakingly beautiful.”  Taking 
Faramir’s hand, Haldir led him over to the bed, where he lay down and gently 
pulled his lover to lie beside him.  “I could so easily drown in your eyes,” he 
smiled, trailing his fingertip gently across Faramir’s face.

Faramir leaned into the gentle touch and closed his eyes. "You are the perfect 
one," he whispered opening his eyes to gaze into Haldir's. "I cannot believe that 
you see all of those things in me. I have never known love before, but I know 
that is what I feel for you. And...and I'd like you to show me more...if...if that's 
what you would like," Faramir said softly. He was nervous, and in truth was still 
sore, but he wanted Haldir to erase *his* touch and replace it with a touch filled 
with love not anger.

Haldir felt as if all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing into his groin as 
Faramir spoke and stared at him with nothing but love and honestly shining in 
his eyes.  “I would love nothing more than to show you,” he smiled, not even 
trying to quell the trembling in his voice as he gently pulled his lover closer.  
“Are you certain?  This is something you truly want?”

"Yes, please Haldir, I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you...what 
it feels to be yours," Faramir said softly his heart racing in his chest, "Will you 
show me? Show me what it is to be loved, to erase the pain and the anger and 
replace it with love...your love." His eyes searched Haldir's hoping that he had 
said the right thing.

~~~
Haldir slid an arm around his lover’s waist and buried his face in Faramir’s 
neck.  “I would be honored to make love to you,” he whispered as his arousal 
began to fill and harden at the mere thought of making love to the man in his 
arms.  He pulled back and placed a gentle kiss over Faramir’s heart, then looked 
back up into wide blue eyes. “But…we don’t need to do this tonight.  I know 
that after……after what happened last night, it wouldn’t be comfortable for you, 
meleth, and I honestly cannot bear the thought of causing you one moment’s 
pain.”

"You won't," Faramir said softly. He was nervous, he was afraid that he would 
not be good enough, but he desperately wanted to know Haldir's 
touch...completely. Faramir's hand reached out and rested against Haldir's chest. 
His hand was yet again trembling as it trailed down his lover's chest. "I want to 
know what it feels like to be loved…you won't hurt me," he said confidently. //I 
want to erase *his* touch…but…what if Haldir is hesitating because he doesn't 
want to do this? What if he loves me but is revolted by the thought of following 
*him*? Someone so beautiful like Haldir deserves a lover who isn't so 
unclean…so tainted.// Nibbling on his bottom lip he tried to push the thoughts 
away as he looked into Haldir's eyes seeking them for any sign of revulsion.

Haldir studied his lover’s face, seeing the doubt and worry that rested there.  
“Gods, Faramir,” he whispered softly, “you have no idea how much I want to 
make love to you.”  He rained dozens of soft kisses on Faramir’s face and neck, 
wanting him more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life, but still afraid that 
he’d hurt him.   His hand slowly traced small circles over Faramir’s stomach 
and he shook his head.  //He was just raped last night…he *has* to still be in 
pain, whether he’ll admit it or not.//  In the back of his mind, Haldir was afraid 
that Faramir was only trying to prove that he loved him…but it was simply too 
soon.  “I just…we can wait until you’re no longer in pain, meleth.  I’m not 
going anywhere, and we have all the time in the world to make love.”

Faramir watched Haldir's eyes seeing the different emotions swirling within, a 
mingle of desire, love, and concern and no hint of revulsion though he still 
worried that Haldir was maybe only stalling. Not wishing to make love to him 
not only because of the pain but…because he would somehow feel Denethor's 
presence. Knowing that he was the last to take Faramir and not want that. 
Faramir wouldn't blame him if that was the reason. Drawing away slightly he 
sighed softly and shook his head. "I'm…I'm not in pain…//I've endured so much 
worse than what he did to me yesterday// but…if…if you don't want…I…we 
can just rest," he said softly unable to meet Haldir's gaze.

Feeling his heart almost stop as Faramir pulled away, Haldir lay beside him and 
placed a finger under his chin.  He gently tilted Faramir’s face up until their 
eyes met.  “I *do* want to make love to you, Faramir,” he said softly as he 
stared into shining blue eyes.  “Please don’t pull away from me…I 
just…Gods…Did I say something wrong?  Did I hurt you already?”  His heart 
started to pound furiously as he wondered how he’d already managed to mess 
this up.  //Gods…I should have known I’d do something!  How did I think I 
could possibly learn to love someone overnight and *not* make a mess of it?//  
He held his breath, trying not to panic as he buried his face in Faramir’s neck 
and fought back his tears.  “Please, love…what did I do?  What did I say?”  

Faramir felt his heart ache in his chest as he heard how worried Haldir was, and 
how he was blaming himself for Faramir's imperfections. "You…you didn't do 
or say anything wrong, love," Faramir said softly. "I…I am just worried. I'm 
afraid that the reason you wish to wait…is more than…is that you feel you 
won't…enjoy it because you will *feel* that my father had me yesterday 
evening."  

Haldir closed his eyes and began shook his head vehemently.  // Gods…he 
thinks I don’t *want* to make love to him?//  “No,” he whispered as he moved 
back to stare into Faramir’s eyes.  “No. No. No.  That’s not true…that’ll never 
be true, and that thought never crossed my mind, not for a single instant.  When 
we make love, meleth, I know, without the slightest doubt that the only thing I’ll 
feel is *you*…the man that I have fallen so deeply in love with, and the man I 
will love with all my heart for all eternity.  Your body, your love, your pleasure, 
your pain…that is all I will feel…nothing he could ever say or do will change 
that.”  Entangling their fingers, Haldir gave Faramir’s hand a gentle squeeze.  “I 
meant what I said, seron vell – I would be honored to make love to you…if you 
still want that - be it tonight, or tomorrow, or months from now.”  

Faramir was shocked by Haldir's reaction. //He really does mean it!// He felt his 
heart skip in his chest as he smiled at his love. "I…I do still want you, Haldir. I 
want you to show me what it is to be loved…and made love to. I want to know 
what it's like not to be used in anger, but to be loved. Please…show me," he 
whispered.

Haldir leaned in and pressed a kiss to Faramir’s lips, pulling him close once 
again.  “I’ll show you love,” he whispered, “I’ll never, *ever* show you 
anything but love.  But…no matter what we’re doing,  I need to know that 
you’ll tell me if I hurt you, and you need to know that I’ll stop, meleth.  I 
promise I’ll stop, no matter what.  Will you promise to tell me?”  

Feeling relief wash over him from Haldir's words Faramir smiled. "I will," 
Faramir said softly. He wanted Haldir, he loved him, and more than anything he 
wanted to know what it felt like to be taken that way with love not anger.  
Nibbling nervously on his bottom lip as his fingers drifted back to the laces of 
Haldir's tunic, he fumbled slightly and smiled. "My fingers do not want to 
cooperate," he teased. He wanted this moment to be perfect, and a small part of 
him desperately wanted to see his beautiful lover. Haldir had seen him in the 
baths and when he tended his wounds, but Faramir had yet to get the chance to 
see his lover without his clothing and he found his earlier worries melt into a 
new nervousness.

Haldir’s own fingers were none too steady as he began working on Faramir's 
laces, and his breath hitched in his throat as his lover’s chest and abdomen were 
exposed.  “I saw you last night,” he said softly, “but I dared not dream I would 
see you again as my lover.”  Gently pushing the tunic from Faramir’s shoulders, 
being careful not to cause him to strain still tender muscles, Haldir threw the 
garment to the floor and urged Faramir to lie back on the cool sheets.  Realizing 
that his own tunic was now unlaced, he shrugged out of it, and left it unnoticed 
on the bed, his entire mind and body focused solely on the man before him.  
Leaning over, he pressed soft kisses to Faramir’s neck, and then trailed down to 
gently run his tongue over his left nipple, stopping only to place another kiss 
reverently over his lover's racing heart.

Faramir watched seemingly mesmerized as Haldir's upper body was revealed to 
him. He found himself riveted as his lover leaned over him, the smooth hairless 
skin of his chest almost shimmering in the candlelight. Faramir found the 
curtain of long silken hair dancing against his skin added to the overwhelming 
feel of being touched so gently by this perfect being. He gasped softly as 
Haldir's tongue moved against him and then smiled as a soft kiss was placed 
over his heart. He let his fingers slip into the curtain of soft blond hair and 
arched up against his lover's lips without thinking. "You are so beautiful," he 
whispered in awe. He had never in his life seen anyone more beautiful.

Kissing his way across his lover’s chest, Haldir closed his eyes and sighed in 
contentment as Faramir gently wound his fingers in his hair.  He made his way 
slowly to the small nub of flesh on the right side of Faramir's chest, gently 
sucking and licking until Faramir trembled beneath him.  Moving to lie beside 
his lover, Haldir continued raining soft kisses over his body, untying the laces 
and working his leggings down carefully.  His hands gently lifted up Faramir’s 
hips, and he pulled the leggings over the still bruised and sore backside, then 
moved his hands to the front, where he gently worked the fabric down, exposing 
Faramir’s hard length.  Haldir had never seen a man unclothed, and they were 
very different from Elves in so many ways.  His hand gently trailed over 
Faramir’s arousal, as he looked up to meet his lover’s gaze.  “You are the 
beautiful one,” he whispered as he worked the leggings further down over long 
legs and finally discarded them in the floor next to the tunic.  "I have never seen 
such perfection."
 
Faramir moaned softly as Haldir's hand moved over his arousal feeling his heart 
speed up even more, "Gods," he whispered. Haldir's gentle touches were like 
nothing he'd ever felt before. He watched his lover as he moved over him and 
felt himself get impossibly harder just from the sight of him. He was so perfect, 
his skin so smooth and unblemished. Seeing Haldir's fingers move to the lacing 
of his own breeches Faramir began to roll over.

Haldir’s fingers were about to close over his lover’s arousal just as Faramir 
began to move.  “Melethen,” he said softly, moving back up until he was face to 
face with Faramir, resting his hand on his lover’s hip.  Staring into lust-
darkened blue eyes, he shook his head, lifting his free hand up to gently cup his 
lover’s face.  “Where are you going?”

Faramir gasped as Haldir stopped him and he lay back looking up at his lover. "I 
was...I was rolling over for you," he whispered in confusion. //Isn't that what he 
wants?//

//Rolling over for me?  What….?  Gods, he…he knows no other way…//  
Pressing his lips against his lover’s for a soft kiss, Haldir’s fingers gently 
combed through Faramir’s hair.  He pulled back and shook his head.  “I want to 
look at you as I make love to you, pen velui.  I want to look into your beautiful 
blue eyes and watch as my name falls from your perfect lips.  Please don’t turn 
away from me.”

Feeling lost in his lover's kiss Faramir stared up into Haldir's eyes as he pulled 
back. "But..." he started to protest and then stopped. Haldir knew more about 
such things than he did. "I would like to see your eyes as you make love to me 
too," he whispered softly. He realized how truly inexperienced he was and 
closed his eyes. //I hope that I am able to pleasure him the way I'd like. I hope 
my lack of experience doesn't ruin this moment.// Opening his eyes again he 
leaned up and pressed his lips to Haldir's. "Please...go on, my love."

Haldir smiled and let his fingers move over his lover’s shaft once again as he 
gently nibbled Faramir’s full bottom lip.  “Thank you,” he whispered.  Pulling 
away for only a moment, he quickly divested himself of his own leggings and 
reached over to the nightstand for the oil lamp that sat against the wall.  
Unscrewing the lid, he dipped his fingers into the oil, coating them thoroughly 
and moved back to his lover.  Positioning himself between Faramir’s legs, 
Haldir leaned over to take his lover’s arousal between his lips, letting his tongue 
slide over the head, gathering the drops that were leaking steadily out of the tip.  
//You are delicious, my beloved Faramir.  Just as I knew you would be.//  This 
was an act he’d never cared to perform on anyone else, preferring to let others 
pleasure him, yet now, his mouth was practically watering to taste the young 
captain’s essence.  He tried to remember how others had moved their mouths 
over him, tried to make this good for Faramir, yet at this he was a novice.  
Pushing all thoughts aside, he simply let his instincts take over, licking and 
sucking on the organ between his lips, lavishing every slick inch with his tongue 
as his fingers wrapped gently around what his mouth could not accommodate.  

Licking his lip after Haldir pulled away Faramir smiled and then his breath 
caught in his throat as Haldir removed his leggings. He had never seen an Elf 
naked before and found the sight of his lover intoxicating. He began to wonder 
yet again what Haldir could possibly see in him. Soon that thought disappeared 
as his lover's mouth sunk around him, drawing a deep moan from him. Having 
never experienced what that felt like before, his hands tangled into the 
bedclothes and he tried desperately not to thrust up into the inviting heat 
surrounding him. 

Haldir’s arousal twitched violently as Faramir moaned, causing the Elf to moan 
loudly himself.  He knew his lover was most likely still sore and tender from his 
last… experience, and he could not bear to think of causing him more pain.  
Sinking his lips down around his lover’s shaft, Haldir relaxed his throat, taking 
him in slowly, until he felt the soft hairs at the base of Faramir’s arousal 
brushing against his face.  He’d never felt that sensation before, and he found 
that it excited him all the more to experience this with Faramir.  His oiled 
fingers gently slid over his lover’s heavy sacs to caress the smooth skin behind 
them, then moved further down to circle his puckered entrance.  Continuing to 
slide his lips up and down the thick organ in his mouth, he listened carefully for 
any signs of discomfort, and with glacial slowness, using all the willpower he 
could muster, Haldir slid his finger inside his lover, gasping at the heat that 
surrounded it as soon as he breached the tight guardian muscle.

Finding himself lost in his lover's touch Faramir barely registered the feeling of 
a slick finger pressing against him. Resisting the automatic response to tense up, 
he bit his lower lip and concentrated on the feeling of the warm mouth 
surrounding him. He was still sore, but he wanted this. He needed to feel Haldir 
and not *him*. Letting his body relax and allow his lover to press inside him, he 
moaned softly again, tears prickling at his eyes as he realized just how 
incredibly gentle and careful Haldir was being with him. In that moment he 
surrendered completely to his lover, and felt the slick finger slide deeper within 
him.

As Haldir felt his lover’s body accept him, he began to gently move his finger in 
slow circles, stretching the muscle as carefully as he possibly could.  His mouth 
continued working Faramir’s length, taking him in deep, swallowing around the 
head, and pulling back slowly, only to repeat the action again and again.  When 
his finger moved freely inside his love’s body, he gently added a second digit, 
pressing forward as slowly and carefully as he had the first.  He scissored his 
fingers bit by bit, stretching the tight muscle gingerly, praying to the Valar that 
he was not causing him any more pain.  Knowing the best way to relax his 
lover, Haldir redoubled his efforts on the shaft in his mouth as he curled his 
fingers to rub against the small bundle of nerves hidden deep inside.  “Let go,” 
he murmured, feeling his own arousal leaking profusely and beginning to ache.  
“Come for me, melethen.”

Faramir's heart felt as if it may beat out of his chest as his lover swallowed 
around him over and over again. Forgetting any pain, his hips tentatively began 
to move forward into his lover's mouth and back onto the fingers moving inside 
him. There was a dull ache but he ignored it in favor of learning what it was to 
be loved...truly loved. Nothing had ever been so perfect, and then all thoughts 
were obliterated completely when Haldir's fingers brushed something within 
him. His mouth opened in a wordless moan and he soon found his release 
spilling warm and slick within his lover's mouth. "I love you," he moaned over 
and over again as his body trembled under his lover.

Haldir swallowed his lover’s release, and then slowly pulled his fingers from 
Faramir’s body as he cleaned him with his tongue.  He’d never wanted anyone 
as much as he wanted Faramir right now, and hearing him declare his love was 
the sweetest sound Haldir had ever heard.  No one had *ever* said they loved 
him, and he certainly had never dreamed three small words could bring such joy 
to his heart.  

Breathing heavily from his own desire, Haldir reached for the oil again with 
trembling fingers, a low moan escaping as he slicked his own aching arousal.  
Moving back up to kiss Faramir again, his tongue slid against his lover’s and he 
moved back to stare into glittering blue eyes.  “You are sure, Melethen?” he 
asked softly.

Faramir shuddered as his lover continued to lick and clean him. Watching as 
Haldir prepared himself, he swallowed hard and realized he was still trying to 
catch his breath. When Haldir's lips met his and his tongue slipped against his 
own he moaned into the kiss, tasting himself mingled with the sweet flavor that 
was uniquely his lover's. "Yes. Please, love," he whispered surprised by how 
breathless his own voice sounded.

Knowing his lover was as relaxed and ready as he could possibly be, Haldir 
took his own arousal in one hand and pressed the swollen head to Faramir’s 
entrance.  He lifted Faramir’s legs to wrap around his waist and took a deep 
breath, forcing himself to go slowly.  Gazing intently into the blue eyes beneath 
him, his fingers wrapped around Faramir’s hips, lifting them up, and he slowly 
pressed forward, moaning as the head of his arousal slid into velvety tightness.  
He stopped, breathing heavily, as he waited for Faramir’s body to adjust, then 
carefully slid forward again, inch by inch, until he was fully seated deep inside 
the tight channel.  “I love you, melethen,” he whispered shakily as he leaned 
forward and buried his face in Faramir’s neck, his entire body trembling as he 
fought against the almost overwhelming urge to thrust.  

Faramir's fingers tightened in the sheets and he concentrated on staying as 
relaxed as possible as Haldir's thick shaft pressed inside him. He bit his bottom 
lip from the slight ache but his lover's gentleness and patience helped him relax 
even more and soon the ache eased. Staring into Haldir's eyes and hearing his 
words of love his eyes began to tear. "I love you my beautiful Haldir," he 
whispered in return as his lover rested against him. He felt *complete* for the 
first time in his life. As if he had been broken his entire life and just found the 
missing piece of himself. Slowly he moved his hips slightly and wrapped his 
arms and legs around his lover. "Don't stop," he whispered wanting Haldir to 
move...to make him forget the past and burn this moment into his memory for 
all time.

Haldir rocked his hips gently, reveling in the feeling of being inside the 
beautiful body of the man he loved.  Rising up and resting his weight on one 
arm, his free hand caressed Faramir’s face as the young captain smiled up at 
him.  Pulling back, he made several slow and shallow thrusts before pressing 
forward, fully sheathing himself deep inside his lover’s body once again.  
“Matho nin, my love,” Haldir whispered.  “Feel me.” 

Faramir's arms and legs tightened around his lover as he moved within him. 
Nothing in his life could have prepared him for the exquisite sensation of being 
taken by the one who loved him. His whispered words made the young man 
smile even as his eyes teared; all in the world he could feel was his lover. It was 
all in the world he wanted to feel. He found himself entranced by the 
shimmering blue eyes above him and leaned up to kiss Haldir, pouring all of 
himself into the deep kiss.

Haldir’s tongue slid into Faramir’s mouth as his arousal moved within the 
depths of his body.  The golden haired Elf took his time, moving slowly and 
sensuously; wanting to make Faramir’s first time of truly being made love to 
something he would always remember.  Delving deep inside his lover, he 
moaned into the kiss, sliding one hand underneath Faramir’s head as the other 
slid between their bodies to stroke the arousal that lay trapped between them, 
already hard and leaking once more.  He continued to move slowly, his hand 
upon Faramir’s cock moving in time with his thrusts deep into the warmth of his 
body.

Feeling completely lost in his lover Faramir's moans joined Haldir's until the 
only sounds in the room were soft moans. How was it someone could capture 
his heart so completely in so short a time after waiting his entire life to feel this 
loved? His lover's lips upon his own and his tongue and hand upon him moving 
in time with their bodies drew him closer and closer to the edge once again. 
Breaking away from the kiss for sheer need of air he stared up at his lover. //So 
perfect, does he feel what I am? Is it always this way when you love someone? 
Is it just because Haldir is an Elf? Or...is what I feel special, completely unique 
to us?//

Haldir breathlessly stared into his lover’s eyes as he continued moving within 
him.  He never wanted this moment to end, but could feel himself beginning to 
lose control, knowing his release was near.  His fingers tightened on Faramir’s 
arousal, encircling the rigid shaft and stroking firmly, his thumb swirling over 
the head, spreading the thick fluid that was steadily leaking out from the slit 
over the hard column of flesh from root to tip.  His thrusts became deeper as he 
suddenly felt enveloped in a golden warmth unlike anything he’d ever felt 
before.  //What is this?  This….this isn’t possible.  Not for an Elf and a man.//  
Biting his lip, he focused once more on his lover’s blue eyes and gasped.  
“Now, seron vell,” he whispered.  “Come with me now.”

Faramir felt as if something inside him had unfurled like a banner in a breeze as 
his body stiffened and his release began to wash over him at Haldir's whispered 
words. He felt *something* surround the two of them binding them together for 
a moment. It was as if Haldir were a part of him, and he felt completely 
overwhelmed. Crying out as his release spilled over his lover's hand, tears of 
happiness slid down his face. Trembling beneath his love, he realized he had 
never felt anything as powerful or as perfect in his life. 

As Faramir’s release spilled over his hand and already tight muscles milked his 
arousal, Haldir lost all control and thrust in deeply one final time.  “Gods, 
meleth,” he cried out as his release spilled deep inside the convulsing passage, 
his entire body trembling as his cock continued to pulse inside his lover.  
Lowering himself to lie on top of Faramir, Haldir’s arms slid underneath his 
shoulders, holding him close as their bodies continued to shiver against each 
other.  “Melin chen,” he whispered into his lover’s ear.  “I love you.”

He moaned softly as Haldir's release pulsed inside him and Faramir's arms 
curled around his love holding him close as he rested against him. "And I love 
you," he whispered against his lover's ear as he continued to tremble in his 
lover's embrace. His fingers trailed through soft golden hair and smiled against 
Haldir's neck. "I have never felt anything like that," he whispered softly.

//Did he feel the same thing? No…of course he didn’t.  He couldn’t have.  It 
was…..my imagination. I felt what one feels the very first time he truly makes 
love, instead of simply having sex.//  Gently sliding from his lover’s body, 
Haldir rolled to one side, holding Faramir close.  “You felt what it was like to 
truly be loved," he whispered, "and I felt what it was like to truly love someone, 
seron vell.  A feeling that I have not truly known before in all my long life.”

Faramir smiled and traced his fingertips along Haldir's cheek. "In all of your life 
you have never known love? I...I find that unbelievable," he whispered softly as 
he stared into sparkling eyes. Snuggling closer to his lover he closed his eyes 
and took a deep breath. //This is the most incredible feeling I've ever had in my 
life.// "Is it always like that with someone you love or just always that way with 
Elves?" Faramir asked softly.

Haldir gazed adoringly at his lover, turning his head to kiss the palm of 
Faramir’s hand.  “I have never been with anyone who was not Elven born,” he 
said, “And even then, I never made love.  What we just shared…it was a first 
for me as well.”  //It is like the tales of the joining of faers.  But that isn't 
possible.//  

Faramir was oddly proud to be the first person man or Elf that Haldir had ever 
'made love to'. He had never known such gentleness before now, and felt 
treasured beyond words.

“Look into my eyes, meleth,” Haldir whispered as he reached for Faramir’s 
hand and entangled their fingers,  “did I cause you pain?”

"No...no you did not hurt me," Faramir said softly. "I've never not known pain 
during..." he trailed off softly and stared into Haldir's eyes. "Truly, I have never 
in my life felt more loved than I do in your arms."

“Oh, seron vell,” Haldir whispered.  “I’m so sorry.  So very sorry for all that 
you have been through.”  Pulling Faramir closer, Haldir buried his face in his 
lover’s hair.  //By the Valar, I would like nothing more that to kill him for 
hurting you.//  

Faramir pulled back and traced his thumb over Haldir's soft lower lip. "You 
have nothing at all to be sorry for, my love. Now that I have found you, I will 
never know pain again," he whispered. "Even if this were only for one day 
knowing what it is to be loved by you would last me an eternity."

Haldir’s arms tightened around his lover and he shook his head.  “It’s not for 
only one day. Don’t even *think* that.”  Leaning up on one elbow, he looked 
down at his lover.  “Melithon chen uireb.  That means I will love you forever.  
Remember that, seron vell – I will love you forever.”  He had never even 
offered a few hours in his bed to anyone before Faramir, yet he was ready, 
without the slighted doubt or hesitation, to offer his entire life to the man in his 
arms.

Faramir felt his breath catch in his chest as Haldir stared down at him, love 
shining in his eyes as he spoke. Reaching up to cradle his lover’s face in his 
hand he smiled softly. "And I will love you forever," he whispered. He had 
never loved anyone in his life the way he did Haldir, not even his own brother 
who he had loved his entire life. This was different, what he felt for Haldir was 
overwhelming, frightening, and beautiful all at once. "When you made love to 
me, I felt as if I were surrounded by a comforting warmth, protected and 
loved...the deepest love I will ever know." 

Haldir’s breath caught in his throat.  “You felt that too?” he whispered.  “I….I 
thought…I thought I had imagined it.  It is not possible….”  His words trailed 
off and he shook his head.  “It has to be that we are both in love for the first 
time, seron vell.  That is the only explanation for what we both felt.”  With a 
soft smile, Haldir lay next to his love once again, sighing contentedly. //But I 
will speak to my Lady about this when I return to Lorien.  She will help me 
understand how this could happen.//

Faramir turned to look at Haldir, //What was it? What isn't possible?// Deciding 
that he was far too tired to press his lover for answers he shifted slightly and 
rested his head against Haldir's chest his ear over his heart. "I love listening to 
your heart beat under my ear...I've truly never slept better than I did last night."

Haldir smiled at his lover, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and pulled the 
blanket over them both.  “Sleep, meleth,” he whispered, letting his hand trail 
gently over Faramir’s back.  “I will guard your dreams and keep you safe.”  

Snuggling closer Faramir allowed his eyes to slip closed. "Sleep well my love," 
he whispered as the soft rise and fall of Haldir's chest and his strong heartbeat 
lulled him to sleep.

Watching Faramir’s face relax, Haldir felt happier than he’d ever felt in his life.  
He carded his fingers through Faramir’s hair, and lay for hours, remembering 
the incredible feeling of truly being at one with someone for the first time in his 
life.  “I promise to love you forever,” he whispered softly, curling his fingers 
around Faramir’s before finally drifting off to sleep himself. 
~~~

Faramir awoke slowly feeling warm and safe. Tilting his head slightly he could 
see his lover's face in the dim light cast from the dying fire and the faint light of 
the moon filtering into the room. Remembering Haldir's words from the night 
before he felt his heart skip in his chest. //“I’ll show you love. I’ll never, *ever* 
show you anything but love.// He snuggled closer and just watched his lover 
sleep. //I can't believe you love me. How *can* you? Whatever it is you see in 
me, I will do anything to keep you from regretting your heart's decision to love 
me.// No one had ever made him feel this loved, the night before when Haldir 
had spoke those words, Faramir had been unable to believe them, part of him 
afraid to even acknowledge them for fearing he hadn't heard right. 

Then Haldir had made love to him, so gently, so carefully, and with such 
love...he knew those words were spoken from the heart. Faramir felt like a fool 
for ever even doubting. Shaking his head at himself he smiled sleepily and 
moved up to press a soft kiss against perfect lips, and then placed soft kisses 
along the strong jawline. His lips continued their gentle assault along the 
smooth column of his lover's neck until he came to an elegantly pointed ear. 
Curiously he leaned forward and licked across the tip surprised by the shudder 
the action seemed to elicit from his lover. Pulling back he smiled and then 
leaned in and pressed another tender kiss against soft lips.

Haldir sighed into his lover’s kiss, waking up slowly from one of the deepest, 
most relaxing night’s sleep he could ever recall.  //Faramir.  This isn’t a 
dream…he’s real…he’s here.// His arms automatically tightened around the 
warm body next to him and a smile touched his lips before his eyes even 
opened.  His ear was still tingling and he chuckled.  “It seems you have found 
my weakness, seron vell,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Faramir’s.

Faramir laughed softly, "That I did. I am sorry to wake you so early, the sun 
won't rise for a few more hours, but I could not sleep anymore," he whispered. 
Sliding down he placed soft kisses across warm smooth skin of his lover's chest 
and experimentally licking and teasing a dark nipple. "And when I woke up I 
realized that I didn't get to do something last night that I had wanted to," 
Faramir whispered his warm breath ghosting across his lover's chest.  

Haldir’s body arched into his lover’s touch as one hand curled into the bed 
sheets and the other tangled in Faramir’s hair.  He knew he would never tire of 
the way those delicious lips touched his skin, and the way the young captain’s 
smile warmed every last corner of his heart.  Faramir’s warm breath caused the 
Silvan Elf to shiver with desire and his eyes fell shut as a soft sigh escaped from 
his lips once again.  “And what, pray tell, would that be, my handsome 
captain?” he managed. 

"I was so caught up in your touch last night, that I failed to fully learn the taste 
and texture of your skin against my lips and tongue."  Faramir spoke more 
boldly than he ever had before. He knew he must be blushing but he didn’t think 
his lover would mind. He dipped his head lower and moved down tracing a path 
down the Elf's perfect body to his stomach. Looking up at Haldir he smiled, "It 
is truly the sweetest taste I have ever known," he whispered as his fingertips 
followed the same path his mouth had.

Haldir lifted his head and smiled at his lover, his breath hitching as he watched 
Faramir’s lips ghosting over his skin.  Biting his bottom lip, he finally let his 
head fall back on the pillow and tried to calm his racing heart, amazed at how 
quickly the young lord could arouse him.  “I’m glad you approve,” he 
murmured, “for I feel the same.  Nothing has ever tasted sweeter on my lips 
than you do, meleth.”

Faramir smiled, encouraged by his lover's reactions. This would be the first time 
he had ever wanted to touch another in this way and his heart was beating 
rapidly in his chest. Moving lower he found himself under the bed covers and 
pushed them back with one hand while the other wrapped around his lover's 
arousal. Gently stroking up and down the length he lowered his mouth around 
the head teasingly. This was an action he had never enjoyed but with Haldir it 
was something he wanted...needed to do. Slowly his mouth sunk around the 
hard column of flesh until it touched the back of his throat. Swallowing, he let 
his eyes sink closed and enjoyed the beautiful soft moan that fell from his 
lover's lips feeling his own arousal twitch violently. Just the taste of his lover 
and his soft moans could make him come undone.

“Gods, love,” Haldir moaned, forcing himself not to thrust into the inviting heat.  
He would never have expected Faramir to take the initiative like this, and the 
vision of his lover smiling and moving over him made him impossibly harder.  
He forgot to breathe for a moment as his arousal was engulfed in the heat of 
Faramir’s mouth.  With a soft whimper, he felt his cock twitch within the warm 
confines and begin to leak onto the back of his lover’s tongue.  “Gods, 
Faramir,” he repeated as eager lips sunk around his arousal again and again.  

Faramir felt emboldened by Haldir's reaction and could taste the proof of his 
lover's desire on the back of his tongue. He continued to move up and down the 
length feeling more confident with each stroke that he was pleasing his lover. 
After several long minutes he pulled away licking at the head one final time and 
smiled. "I love you," he whispered. Running his fingertips along the smooth 
warm skin of the inside of Haldir's thigh he moved back up his lover's body to 
kiss him deeply. His tongue slowly moved along Haldir's until they were both 
breathless.

Writhing beneath his lover’s touch, Haldir took a deep, shaking breath and gave 
himself over to their kiss.  His hands trailed over sleep-warmed skin and he slid 
one hand between their bodies to find Faramir’s arousal, already hard and warm 
as his fingers closed over its length.  “And I love you, my beautiful captain,” he 
whispered, shifting his hips and rubbing his arousal against his lover’s thigh.  
“More every passing hour.”

Gasping softly as warm fingers wrapped around him, Faramir's eyes closed and 
he arched into the touch reveling in the feel of his lover's body moving against 
his own. He was not completely healed from the abuse he had endured, and 
though Haldir had been gentle last night he was still a bit sore. He decided that 
did not matter - all he knew was that he wanted Haldir, and that he wished to 
please him in every way he could. "Show me your love," he whispered caught 
up in the exquisite wonder of his lover's touch.

Pulling Faramir closer, Haldir gently rolled to one side until the young lord lay 
beneath him.  He reached blindly beside them to dip his fingers in the oil from 
the lamp that lay on the bedside table from the night before and generously 
coated his fingers.  “Yes, seron vell,” he whispered, kissing his way down 
Faramir’s neck and gently marking the skin over his collarbone.  Trailing his 
fingers over his lover’s arousal, he moved downward and let a single digit 
gently circle his entrance.  “Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered.

Tipping his head back so that Haldir could kiss his neck more Faramir moaned 
softly as he realized that Haldir was marking him. //I am his, completely.// As a 
slick finger moved against him he schooled his features and tried to relax. He 
nodded when Haldir spoke but he could not bring himself to say that it already 
ached. He had endured much worse pain over the years than this and he wanted 
so much to please his lover. As Haldir's finger pressed into him, Faramir tried to 
stop the slight wince that crossed his face but was unable to.

Haldir had been watching Faramir’s face carefully and felt his heart clench as 
his lover winced.  Never before had the discomfort of his bedmate concerned 
him, yet this time, he stopped immediately and gently removed his finger.  He 
let his hand rest on Faramir’s stomach, rubbing in soothing circles.  “I'm 
sorry...I just...I can’t hurt you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to his lover’s 
cheek and pulling him close.  “You’re still sore, meleth.  I’m so sorry.  I 
shouldn’t have been so selfish and taken you last night. If I had waited, you 
wouldn’t be in pain now.  Please, Faramir....please forgive me.”

"No, you were not selfish, I wanted you to...just as I still want you," Faramir 
said quickly. He closed his eyes and silently berated himself for not 
concentrating harder on hiding his pain from Haldir. Now he was a failure even 
in this. "I'm so sorry," he whispered feeling tears form behind his eyelids. 

Haldir lifted one hand and gently caressed his lover’s face.  “No, seron vell,” he 
whispered, pressing his lips against Faramir’s.  “There’s nothing to be sorry for.  
This isn’t your fault.  It’s just that I simply cannot bear seeing you in pain.” 
 
Raining soft kisses over Faramir’s face, Haldir closed his eyes and took a deep 
breath.  He gently rolled them both back over until Faramir was on top.  Taking 
his lover’s hand, he dipped each finger into the oil that had just slicked his own 
fingers.  “Echado veleth enni,” he whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat.  
“Make love to me.  Please, meleth.  I want you to take me.”  He was slightly 
shocked as the words fell from his lips.  //I never thought I would want this.  
But…Gods, I never thought I would be in love either.  Now they have both 
come to pass.//

Faramir's eyes opened as Haldir rolled them and he gazed in amazement as his 
lover coated his hand in the slick oil. His breath caught in his throat as Haldir 
spoke. "You want...but...but I've never..." he stammered his voice trailing off as 
he stared into Haldir's eyes.

Haldir put a stop to his lover’s protests with a kiss.  “Neither have I, meleth,” he 
said softly against his lover’s lips.  “I have never been taken.”  Spreading his 
legs, Haldir gently pressed Faramir’s fingers against his entrance.  “But I want 
you to take me. I want to be yours as you are mine.”  Pulling his lover closer 
with his other arm, Haldir closed his eyes.  “Please,” he whispered, swallowing 
the sudden nervousness that threatened to steal his breath away.  

Faramir's words were lost in Haldir's kiss and then he found he could only stare 
at him. "Neither of us have done this before...please tell me if you want me to 
stop," he asked softly. Remembering Haldir's touches the night before he slowly 
and gently trailed his finger around Haldir’s entrance before carefully slipping 
just the tip inside. Lowering his head he took his lover's arousal deep into his 
mouth and continued pressing his finger inside. Slowly delving further and 
moving in small circles he felt the tight muscle begin to relax slightly around his 
finger. He felt relieved when he realized he wasn't hurting his love and 
continued.

Haldir’s anxiety was pushed to the back of his mind as Faramir’s mouth moved 
over his length.  He was almost startled to feel that one finger had already 
entered him, and a soft sigh of pleasure fell from his lips.  Somewhere in the 
back of his mind, he worried about what would come next, and felt himself 
tensing slightly, but as Faramir’s mouth continued move, he found himself 
focusing on the feel of those delicious lips moving over every inch of his shaft.  
“So good, seron vell,” he moaned breathlessly.

Faramir continued to slowly prepare his lover.   He was nervous, but felt so 
honored that Haldir was allowing him this. He wanted to make it as perfect as 
possible for his love, and hoped that he would be able to do so. 

After long moments he felt his lover relax more as he continued his attention to 
the hard shaft throbbing against his tongue. Gauging that he'd opened his lover 
enough, Faramir drew back and slid a second finger alongside the first, moving 
very gently into the tight channel and pausing anytime he felt resistance. 

Haldir tried his best to cover his nervousness.  As a second finger worked gently 
and lovingly into his body, he relaxed, knowing that Faramir would never hurt 
him, and giving himself over to the exquisite sensations that assaulted his body.  
//God's, I'm glad I’ve never allowed anyone to take me before.  This is 
something I want to share only with Faramir...only with the one I love.//  

After his lover seemed to accept the invasion Faramir began to move his 
fingers, and then curled them searching for the same spot that had made him 
almost come undone the night before. As his fingers brushed over the small 
bundle his cock twitched violently from the beautiful reaction he received.

Crying out as his prostate was nudged, Haldir spread his legs further and closed 
his eyes.  He moaned, and tried to focus his gaze on Faramir, knowing how 
much the slow pace must have been costing him. Leaning up to let his still oiled 
fingers close around Faramir’s arousal, Haldir stroked him gently. He relaxed 
completely and smiled at his lover.  “Please, love,” he whispered.  “I want to 
feel you inside me.”

Faramir gasped as slick fingers wound around his aching shaft and he leaned 
forward pressing his lips gently against Haldir's in a sweet almost chaste kiss. "I 
love you," he whispered drawing away and settling on his knees between 
Haldir's legs. 

Slowly he withdrew his fingers from the now relaxed entrance and leaned 
forward pressing against the still tight opening. Watching Haldir's eyes he bit 
his bottom lip in concentration fighting the urge to thrust forward and instead 
slowly breached his lover. He stopped just after the head slipped inside and 
waited while he watched Haldir's face to know that he could move again. It took 
every ounce of patience he could muster until finally he was fully seated within 
his lover. Dragging in a deep breath he leaned down and kissed Haldir gently.

Gasping at the unfamiliar sensation, Haldir focused on Faramir’s eyes, forcing 
himself to relax as he was slowly stretched and filled with such tenderness.  He 
could see the strain on his lover’s face as Faramir forced himself to go slowly, 
and gazed adoringly up at him as his body adjusted to the intrusion.   

Taking a deep breath, the Silvan Elf finally relaxed completely and tentatively 
moved his hips, feeling the thick organ inside him shift.  “Move,” he pleaded in 
a low voice as his head arched back on the pillow.  “Please, seron vell, move…”

Faramir lost any sense of control as his lover asked him to move. Drawing back 
and thrusting slowly he smiled lovingly at Haldir, enjoying his reaction and the 
fact that *he* was the reason he was reacting so beautifully. Settling into a slow 
and steady pace Faramir leaned down and captured his lover's lips in a deep 
kiss, his tongue thrusting into Haldir's mouth in tandem with their bodies 
moving together. Nothing in his life had ever felt more right than loving and 
being loved by Haldir.

Haldir’s arms wrapped around his lover and he met each thrust with a shift of 
his hips, taking the rigid length that was moving inside him deeper with each 
thrust.  His legs opened wider and locked around Faramir’s waist as his low 
moans were lost in the warmth of their kiss.  He belonged to Faramir completely 
– and nothing could ever change that.  A soft cry fell from his lips and his eyes 
fell shut as his prostate was nudged, causing stars to flash behind his eyelids.  
“Avo dharo, meleth,” he moaned, lifting his hips to meet each thrust.  
“Please….don’t stop.”

Feeling his lover move with him was incredible, and drew a low moan from 
Faramir. The tight heat surrounding his shaft as he moved was quickly drawing 
him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Reaching between them, his hand 
wrapped around the thick shaft trapped between them, his thumb trailing over 
the leaking head to spread the slick fluid down the hard length. Faramir's pace 
quickened and his thrusts deepened as he felt himself nearing completion. "I 
love you, Haldir," he gasped softly leaning down for another deep kiss. 
Breaking away breathlessly he stared into shining blue eyes as he felt his release 
was very near. "Come with me, my love."

Haldir’s fingers clutched at his lover’s shoulders as Faramir drove into his 
willing body again and again.  His hips moved of their own accord, and he 
began thrusting up into the hand surrounding his cock and back to impale 
himself on the thick organ buried deeply inside him.  “Gods, meleth,” he 
moaned, leaning up and pressing his lips to his lover’s.  He suddenly felt the 
same warmth as he had the night before, golden and comforting, like a thick 
blanket, as it seemed to surround them both.  Clinging to Faramir, he felt his 
release slam into him, his cries lost in his lover’s mouth as his cock throbbed 
and pulsed inside the fist surrounding him.  Loving fingers coaxed his release 
from him until he was completely spent.  “I love you, seron vell,” he murmured, 
his body clenching around the rigid arousal still buried deep inside him.

Faramir cried out as already tight muscles clenched around him and as he felt 
his lover's release thick and warm over his hand, his own washed over him. He 
felt as if his soul were pulled from his body to entwine with Haldir’s, as the very 
air around them seemed to surround them. "I love you so very much," he gasped 
as he collapsed forward burying his face against his lover's neck and held him 
tight. Nothing could have ever prepared him for the way it felt to make love to 
the one person he knew he would love for the rest of his days. After a few 
moments he caught his breath enough to slip from his lover and settle beside 
Haldir resting his head over his rapidly beating heart. "I...I did not hurt you?" he 
asked suddenly concerned because he had lost control toward the end.

Haldir’s arms slid around his lover automatically, holding him tightly as he tried 
to catch his breath.  His skin felt warmer then the temperature in the room 
warranted, and he noticed that Faramir’s did as well.  //It wasn’t my 
imagination.  Not both times.//  Burying his face in his lover’s hair, he closed 
his eyes and breathed in Faramir’s intoxicating scent.  “No, love,” he whispered, 
taking a deep breath.  “You didn’t hurt me at all.  It was…it was perfect.  More 
than perfect, meleth.  I am so glad I had never been taken before.  I didn’t know 
that I was waiting, but I was. I was waiting for you.” 

Faramir lifted his head to look into Haldir's stunning eyes and smiled happily. "I 
am glad too...that we were able to share this together. In all my dreams I never 
thought I would find someone who completed me the way you do," he 
whispered softly. Haldir was everything he had ever wanted, compassionate, 
intelligent, noble, and far more beautiful than he could have ever dreamed.

Smiling, Haldir lifted his hand and ran his thumb gently over his lover’s lips.  
“You are all I have ever dreamed of as well,” he said softly, “and so much more.  
And I will love you forever, meleth, I promise you that.”

Faramir moved closer and pressed a soft kiss against Haldir's lips whispering 
the word 'forever' against them. Laying back down he snuggled against his 
lover. "The sun is starting to rise," he whispered as he noticed a faint golden 
light starting to fall across the room from the window. He rested his head on 
Haldir's shoulder and curled his leg over his lover's waiting for the day to begin 
anew.

Haldir snuggled closer, sighing in contentment.  His free hand found Faramir’s 
and he entwined their fingers as he turned toward the window and watched the 
sunrise with the man he loved wrapped securely in his arms.

The sunrise was beautiful but Faramir found that his eyes kept traveling back to 
the beauty beside him. His entire life he had been told that he was nothing, that 
no one would ever love him, yet now Haldir was lying beside him. He turned 
away from the sunlight and watched his lover; slowly he wrapped a tendril of 
golden hair around his finger and released it, enjoying the way the silken 
threads slid against his skin. After a few moments he wrapped his hand in soft 
hair and leaned in pressing a soft kiss to Haldir's shoulder. "You are more 
beautiful than the sun, more lovely than the moon, and your eyes glitter as if the 
very stars in the heavens were a part of you."

Haldir watched, entranced as his lover wound his hair through long, perfect 
fingers.  “You have the heart of a poet,” he said softly, releasing his lover’s 
hand and reaching up to stroke his face tenderly.  “Everything about you is so 
beautiful….I only wish you could see yourself the way I see you, my lovely 
one.  You take my breath away with your every smile, and you speak as if you 
were a poet, not a captain.”   

Faramir felt his face color and he smiled. "You seem to bring that out more in 
me than normal," he said softly. Remembering his father's cutting remarks all 
his life about his love of books and poetry Faramir looked away from Haldir's 
eyes for a moment. "I have been told that Gondor has no need of poets but of 
warriors, but I have always thought that we needed both," he said softly for the 
first time speaking his mind honestly.

There was no doubt in Haldir’s mind as to who told Faramir such lies.  //Foolish 
Steward!  You cannot be proud of the most precious jewel in all of Arda?  You 
would try to change him and make him ashamed of what is in his heart?// Haldir 
shook his head and gently urged Faramir to look at him once more.  “What your 
adar thinks,” he said softly, “is not necessarily what is best for Gondor – nor, I 
wager, what the people wish.  You are loved, by everyone in your fair city, pen 
velui, for exactly what you are.  That was plain to see in the dining hall as they 
all raised their drinks and wished us well.  Your adar’s words do not hold true 
for the people of Gondor.“

Faramir gazed into Haldir's eyes and smiled softly. "The only person I want to 
love me is right here in my arms," he said softly resting his head against Haldir's 
chest and closing his eyes as he listened to his strong heartbeat under his ear. He 
had not paid attention in the dining hall, his eyes had been firmly fixed upon his 
plate or on Haldir the entire time. He realized that most of the time his head was 
bowed, no matter where he was except with his men on the battlefield. He 
decided then that he would no longer keep his head bowed, Haldir was right, 
what his father thought was not always what his people did. Boromir had even 
said that before, saying that their father was out of touch with what was 
happening in his own land.

“I am sure word has spread across the entire city of my devotion to you,” Haldir 
said softly as his trailed his fingertips over Faramir’s back, avoiding the scars 
and bruises with ease, as every one seemed to be burned into his memory.  “I 
think your…...the *steward*… will keep his distance from now on, and you 
will be free to be yourself - to be the man you have never been allowed to set 
free.”  Unable to resist, he lifted his head and placed another soft kiss on his 
lover’s lips.  He grinning wickedly and licked his lips.  “And you should feel 
free to wake me as you did earlier anytime you see fit.”

Faramir returned the kiss, feeling his heart swell in his chest with the warmth 
and knowledge that Haldir loved him. He laughed softly at Haldir's gentle 
teasing and rested his head back onto his chest. Taking a deep breath and 
inhaling the scent of his lover, he smiled and traced a lazy pattern over his 
muscled chest with his fingertips. "I will remember that," he whispered and the 
raised back up to gaze into Haldir's eyes. "And...thank you for the beautiful gift 
you have given me today. I love you, and each moment I am finding that I am 
falling more in love with you."

Haldir smiled and pulled Faramir closer.  The feeling of being loved so 
completely was something he’d never felt before in his lifetime.  Twice he had 
made love to Faramir, and twice he and felt a golden warmth and happiness that 
he had only heard about in ancient tales.  “I adore you,” he whispered, feeling 
his heartbeat speed up as he lost himself in his lover’s eyes.  “And I wanted to 
give myself fully to you, as I have never given myself to another.  Thank you 
for wanting me in that way.“

"I will always want you in every way," Faramir said leaning in and placing a 
soft kiss against perfect lips. Finally drawing away he settled into his lover's 
embrace not wishing to leave their bed and face the day ahead. "I wish we could 
stay here all day...but unfortunately we won't be able to have that luxury," he 
grumbled just a bit and snuggled closer hoping for just a few minutes more 
before they had to get up.

“I know, melethen,” Haldir sighed, not wishing to leave their bed either.  “I 
shall meet with my brothers today and send them back to Lorien with a letter to 
my Lord and Lady.  And I should speak with the captain of your guards.  If I am 
to stay here, I should make myself useful.”

Faramir felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that it was true, Haldir was truly 
staying in Gondor with him. Then he thought of Haldir's brothers. "Are you sure 
your brothers will not try and convince you to return to Lorien?" he asked 
curiously. "We did only just meet a few days ago, if I were them I would 
question it I'm afraid," he said softly.

“My brothers will understand, and do as I bid them to do,” Haldir said, worried 
that he had pushed Faramir too quickly, blinded by first love and unable to take 
things as slow as Faramir may have wished.  “Are you having second thoughts, 
melethen?  Do you need more time or space before making me a permanent part 
of your life?  I realize this has happened very quickly for us both and I would 
understand if you felt that way.”

"No...not at all...I was saying that if I were your brothers I would worry. Just as 
I am sure Boromir will have more than a little bit to say on the matter when he 
returns. He will understand, but I know him and I know at first he will be 
concerned, just as your brothers will have every right to be," Faramir explained 
softly as his fingers slipped from tracing across Haldir's chest to wrap in his hair 
again unable to stop toying with the soft strands.

“Then our brothers," Haldir smiled, "may feel worry or concern all they like, 
but they will simply have to see the way we look at each other, and they will 
have no choice but to be happy for us.”

Faramir smiled and placed a soft kiss against Haldir's chest just as a knock 
sounded at his door. Barely resisting rolling his eyes and telling them to go 
away, he instead told the person on the other side of the door he would be there 
in a moment. "Sorry," he murmured untangling himself from his lover. He 
quickly grabbed a pair of breeches from the chest at the end of the bed and 
answered the door. It was one of his men giving him a message; the man 
apologized for disturbing him and left. Turning back around as he read the 
parchment quickly his eyes met Haldir's who was watching him from the bed.

Haldir quickly slid from the bed and crossed the room.  Placing his hands on his 
lover’s shoulders, he gently urged him to turn around.  Just as he’d 
thought….the welts on Faramir’s back had lessened, and the bruises, thankfully, 
had already faded to purples and yellows.  Even the deep lacerations had 
seemed to knit together in the hours since he'd last treated them.  “Are you in 
pain, melethen?” Haldir asked as his fingers trailed carefully over the length of 
his lover’s spine.  

“Not really...I have always healed quickly," Faramir said softly looking over his 
shoulder at Haldir who was studying his back. He shrugged slightly, "It's always 
worst the first day and then seems to fade rather quickly," he said turning back 
to face Haldir. "The healers always found it odd, even when I was a child, but 
they said each person is different."

Haldir studied his lover’s eyes for a moment, then smiled and took him into his 
arms.  “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said softly.  //Thank the Valar you 
heal so quickly, my love.  At least most of the pain is behind you.  And if he 
ever tries to harm you again, I *will* kill him.//  Shaking his head, and focusing 
back on his lover, Haldir pressed a kiss to Faramir’s temple, trying to hide his 
distraction until he could make better sense of what he was seeing.  “We should 
get dressed, melethen,” he whispered.  “And see to our duties so that we may 
hurry back to each other’s arms at the end of the day.” 

"I like that end of the day part," Faramir said smiling. They dressed as quickly 
as two people who kept being distracted by kisses and soft touches could 
possibly dress and then left their room together. At the door Faramir kissed his 
lover gently. "I love you," he whispered before heading downstairs to meet his 
men.

“I love you too,” Haldir said, watching as his lover walked down the hall toward 
the stairs.  //There is much I need to understand, melethen, but I do love you 
with all my heart.//  He turned and looked back at the bed he and his lover 
shared, smiling as he remembered every moment of the night before.  With a 
contented and happy smile on his face, he shut the door behind him and headed 
toward the guest quarters, hoping to find Rumil and Orophin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Haldir stood outside his brothers’ room and took a deep breath. He started to 
simply push the door open and enter, then realized that this was no longer *his* 
room, even though he had yet to tell his brothers as much. He knocked instead, 
and stood for a moment, lost in a daydream about Faramir, a rarely before seen 
smile on his face, and his heart feeling light and free for the first time in his life.  

Rumil looked over at Orophin with a smile. //Probably Haldir.// Crossing the 
room, he opened the door to find his eldest brother standing before him with a 
rather silly grin gracing his face. "Haldir? Why did you knock?" he asked 
opening the door wider to allow his brother entry. 

Shaking his head, Haldir pulled himself from his daydream and smiled at his 
brother. “I almost didn’t,” he said, walking into the room and crossing to stand 
in front of the fireplace. “But, as this is no longer my room, I thought it the 
courteous course of action.” 

Rumil looked at Haldir for a moment and then at Orophin who had closed his 
book and sat back in his chair regarding his brothers. "Good morning, Haldir. If 
this is no longer your room, where are you sleeping now?" he asked knowing 
the answer from the display at dinner the previous evening. Rumil shot him a 
warning look but Orophin's eyes stayed on Haldir. He and Rumil had already 
argued over this the night before and they had never come to agreement.
 
Haldir heard the edge in Orophin’s voice and arched an eyebrow. “I should 
think that would be obvious,” he said quietly, refraining from telling his brother 
to mind his own business. “I have moved into Faramir’s room. And I plan to 
stay there for as long as he will have me.” 

Orophin nodded and started to say something but Rumil cut him off. "So you 
truly are happy with him?" Rumil asked sitting down on the edge of the bed and 
inviting Haldir to sit down as well. 

Haldir sat on the hearth in front of the fireplace, his eyes shining brightly and 
his smile stretching from ear to ear – a condition that both unnerved and 
concerned Rumil, because Haldir rarely smiled. And he certainly never smiled 
like *that*.  

“I am,” Haldir said softly. “Faramir....he is different than anyone I’ve ever 
known, and these past few days have been the happiest of my life.” He shook 
his head in amazement. He’d never been one to talk about his feelings – never – 
but this…..this happiness was something completely new to him, and he felt as 
if he would burst if he didn’t tell someone. Simply speaking to his brothers of 
his feelings was a new experience as well – he’d always maintained a careful 
distance from them, being protective in a quiet, brotherly way, but unable, or 
unwilling, to get too close. Now, he felt as if he could almost hug them 
both….*almost*. He was pretty sure he wasn’t ever going to be the type to give 
out random hugs to anyone but Faramir, even now, but the thoughts of sharing a 
friendly hug with his brothers didn’t seem quiet as horrifying as it would have 
only a few days ago. 

Rumil smiled at Haldir. "Then I am happy for you both," he said softly. “I don’t 
know what has come over you, brother, but I can truthfully say I’ve never seen 
you smile like this.”
  
Orophin shook his head, "You cannot be serious? Are you not perhaps being 
guided by some mistaken sense of protection for the man? He's obviously 
terrified of his father, are you not simply falling into the role of protector and 
mistaking that for love?" Orophin asked. Rumil had argued with him late into 
the night about this but he needed Haldir to answer. He needed to know for 
certain. 

“Thank you, Rumil.” Haldir nodded at his brother before turning his attention 
toward Orophin and taking a deep breath. “Orophin,” he said, struggling to keep 
his voice pleasant. “The first time I laid eyes on Faramir, I thought he was the 
most breathtaking creature I had ever seen. And, while I admit that I wanted 
nothing more to protect him from…...certain aspects of his past, the moment our 
lips met, I fell in love with him. I will *not* stand here and let you question me 
about the way I feel. You have no right. Do not mistake my cheerful demeanor 
for weakness. I *am* still your older brother, and I *do* still demand respect.” 
Haldir stood, glaring at Orophin, and crossed his arms over his chest. “And I 
suggest you speak of Faramir with a little respect. I expect him to be treated as 
family.” 

Orophin looked down but his mind was still not changed on the subject. They've 
only known each other a few days! How can he be in love that quickly? 

Before Orophin could speak Rumil fixed his gaze on him and spoke softly, 
"Why do you discount Haldir's love for Faramir so easily? Is it because they 
have only known one another a short time? We have known others to fall in 
love upon first meeting - it is not that uncommon. Is it because he is a man?" 
Rumil asked knowingly. "Remember love, there are some who say that what we 
have together is wrong," he said softly causing Orophin's eyes to rise and meet 
his own.

Orophin nodded slowly taking in everything Rumil had said, "I am sorry Haldir. 
If Faramir makes you happy, then I am happy for you as well," he said softly.

Haldir crossed the room and stood in front of Orophin. “Thank you,” he nodded. 
“What I see in Faramir’s eyes is the same thing you see when you look into 
Rumil’s. I don’t understand it myself, and I’m not even sure why I am talking 
about this with you. I know you both worry about me, and what you see as 
my……lack of emotion. But asking me if I love him would be like asking you if 
you love Rumil. Just as you have often tried to put into words how you feel 
about him...that is exactly how I feel about Faramir. It is a completely new 
feeling for me, and one I will not have questioned by someone who should more 
than understand.” 

Orophin nodded as he looked up at Haldir, "I did not mean to discount how you 
felt so easily, I do see now that you do in fact love this man...but that does 
concern me, Haldir. Have you given any thought at all to the fact he *is* a man? 
That his life will one day end and you will have to face living without this man 
you so love?" Orophin was loath to ask the question but someone had to. Rumil 
had told him the night before that it was not their business, but it was. Haldir 
was his brother, and he did not wish to see him hurt. 

Haldir closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. “Orophin,” he 
ground out through gritted teeth and his voice growing cold. “Do *not* speak of 
such things. I…I have given it some thought, and have reached a decision 
already. I will speak to our Lord and Lady when the time is right but… I *am* 
half-Elven. I don’t have to face a life without him. I *can* chose to live out my 
life as a man and give up my immortality, and I do not seek your permission nor 
your blessing.” 

Orophin startled as Haldir spoke and shook his head, "Please do not make this 
decision lightly, Haldir, I beg of you. I am glad you will seek council, and I pray 
that you will make the right decision," he said softly though his voice was still 
distressed. He did not speak of what decision *he* would have Haldir make but 
he knew that the notion hung in the air between them. //By the Valar, he's only 
known this man a few days. He can't make this decision already. What has come 
over him?// 

Rumil felt the tension and stepped up to his brothers. "I have no doubt you will 
make the right decision for yourself and for Faramir when the time comes," 
Rumil said softly avoiding Orophin's pained look. 

Haldir nodded gratefully at his brother and took another deep breath. He knew 
the decision to live as a mortal being was not one to be made lightly, but what 
was the point in immortality, if one could never find happiness again? “I would 
ask only one thing of you,” he said, looking at Rumil and Orophin, “do not 
speak of this to Faramir. He bears burdens you cannot even imagine, and I 
would not put this on his shoulders as well. I ask only that you treat him well, 
and welcome him to our family.”
 
Orophin stared at Haldir as he spoke of Faramir having burdens they could not 
imagine and remembered the way the young man's head had remained bowed at 
dinner, though when he'd seen him with his men earlier that day the young man 
had a more noble bearing. Frowning slightly he nodded, "I will not speak of it, 
that is your place. I will treat him with the respect he deserves as a warrior and 
as your lover," Orophin said softly which drew a smile from Rumil.  

"And I will do the same," Rumil added smiling happily. He knew Orophin still 
had concerns but was glad that he had relaxed his stance. 

“Thank you both,” Haldir said quietly, trying to move on to happier thoughts. 
“You will learn to love him, of that I have no doubt. I would like for you to get 
to know him better, but for now, you will to return to Lorien at the end of the 
week. There is no point in continuing the negotiations with….the *steward*. I 
believe Lord Celeborn thought as much, but wished to extend a friendly hand 
toward Gondor. However, I can already see that our aid will not be accepted, 
and I see no point in your staying here.” 

Both brothers nodded in agreement and noted the way in which Haldir said Lord 
Denethor's title, as if it left a bitter taste upon his tongue. Both of them had 
noticed the way Denethor had looked at Faramir and spoke to him and the way 
the young man jumped in his presence. Saying that their relationship was 
strained would be an understatement. "We will return, but I do wish you'd 
consider coming with us to talk to our Lord and Lady about the negotiations," 
Orophin said softly. //As well as this new development.// 

“I will write, and have you to carry a letter to them,” Haldir said, seeing that 
Orophin was not saying everything that was on his mind. There was no way 
they could not have noticed how Faramir was treated – even from the first 
moment they’d met the steward saw him, he’d been disrespectful and snide. But 
he knew his brothers couldn't possibly imagine how cruel he really had been to 
Faramir…and Haldir could not bear to speak of it. “I will speak with our Lord 
and Lady at some point, but I *am* staying with Faramir. I will return to Lorien 
when the time is right, but only briefly, and only to seek their council. I will, 
however, make sure Faramir and I visit you often, and I’m sure he will agree 
with me that our doors will be open to you anytime you wish to visit.” 

Rumil smiled, "We understand, we do not like to spend time apart from each 
other," he said softly and Orophin smiled in agreement. 

"We will always look forward to your visits then," Orophin said. He hesitated 
for a moment, then stepped forward and gave his older brother a tentative hug. 
"We will miss you." 

Haldir almost backed away from the embrace out of pure habit, but forced 
himself to stay still for a moment and accept Orophin’s affections. He turned to 
Rumil and allowed him a quick hug as well….the first he’d shared with either 
Elf since he was an Elfling. “Thank you,” he said, clearing his throat as his face 
flushed a light pink. “This is the right decision for me. I know you will take care 
of each other, and watch over our lands in my absence.”  

Drawing away from his brothers, Haldir straightened his tunic and smiled, 
walking toward the door. “I'll have a letter ready by the end of the week. In the 
meantime, I hope you both will have time to get to know Faramir before you 
leave. As I said, you will love him, and your life will be richer for simply 
spending time with him.” 

Both brothers smiled and said their goodbyes as Haldir left the room. As the 
door closed Rumil's arm tightened around Orophin's waist. "Are you reassured 
now?" he asked softly. 
 
Orophin shook his head, "Not completely, but it will do. He's happy I won't 
deny that and I won't stand in the way of it," he said softly.
  
Rumil smiled, "Good," he whispered pressing a soft kiss against his lover’s 
forehead. 

~~~

Faramir had been distracted with thoughts of Haldir all morning. He was 
thankful that he did not go on patrol this morning since all he could think of was 
his new lover. His first lover—he smiled at that thought. He had spent the 
morning taking care of various tasks, gathering reports from several patrols and 
working on various maps concerning troop movements and the movements of 
the various bands of orcs that had been spilling forth from the black gates. 
 
Each time he sat back and took a break from leaning over the maps he found 
himself touching his collarbone just over where Haldir had marked him early 
that morning. He was sure his men found it odd that he would sit with a smile 
on his face remembering each gentle kiss and softly murmured endearment from 
his lover. 
 
An hour before the midday meal he found himself alone, and yet again 
distracted by the thoughts of his lover. Leaning back in his chair, Faramir closed 
his eyes as memories of the night before and early that morning sprang to life in 
his mind. 
 
Haldir was the most beautiful being he had ever encountered but more than 
simply a beautiful body and handsome face with sparkling blue eyes, Haldir had 
a beautiful soul. He had spoken words of love, and had shown Faramir more 
love and tenderness than he had ever experienced in his short life. If he should 
die tomorrow from the blade of an enemy, he would die with the knowledge in 
his heart that he had known love. For the first time in his life, he had known 
what beauty there could be in physical love as well as emotional. 
 
He prayed that Haldir would indeed stay; he said he would, and Faramir hoped 
that he would never allow Haldir to regret the life he was giving up for spending 
time with him. 
 
Faramir thought about the fact that Haldir had given him such a gift, allowing 
Faramir to make love to him, even though neither had experienced that. They 
had shared in something that had been more special than anything Faramir 
could have imagined. Nothing in his life had ever felt more right than loving 
and being loved by Haldir.
 
"I believe perhaps our deception has turned to a truth." His own words rang in 
his mind. Their relationship had started based on friendship, and Haldir’s desire 
to help him, but so quickly, they had both fallen in love. Faramir knew that 
upon his brother’s return, Boromir would question them. He would probably 
think that Haldir had taken advantage of him in some way, but he hoped his 
brother would see what Faramir did when he looked into Haldir’s eyes. 
 
Thoughts of his brother inevitably turned to thoughts of his father, and why they 
had tried to deceive everyone. He shuddered as he thought about the look on his 
father’s face at dinner. Faramir was certain that Denethor would not keep silent 
on the matter for too long. Although Faramir had managed to avoid his father 
that morning, and hoped he would continue to be able to do so, if only for a 
short while. He was not sure that Haldir was right about his father leaving him 
alone now…but he could hope. 
 
Before Haldir had come into his life, he truly had not had much hope. He had 
endured and existed, but did not truly live, and the only real love he had ever 
known was Boromir’s. 
 
As the thoughts continued to spin in his mind, he could see himself happy, truly 
happy, with Haldir. And even though Haldir was an Elf and he would outlive 
Faramir, at least he was still quite young and they could have many years 
together. At least he hoped they would, already he could not quite see his life 
without Haldir in it. 
 
A voice startled him out of his thoughts and Faramir smiled at one of his men 
informing him of the time. The midday meal was upon them, and he decided to 
go looking for the one who had dominated his thoughts all morning. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Haldir leaned back in his chair, staring into the blazing fire in the large stone 
fireplace before him, and rested the book he’d been reading on his chest.  The 
library in Gondor was fascinating – and the Silvan Elf wanted to learn 
everything he could about the city, so every afternoon that he had free and 
Faramir was working, he had managed to return to the quiet haven, devouring 
every book in sight in record time.  Of course, he often found himself simply 
staring at the fire, just as he was doing now, as he thought of Faramir.  
Especially since this was one of the young captain’s favorite rooms as well.  
//My beautiful Faramir.  I wonder if he’s almost finished with his patrol?  If he 
has any idea how much I love him?  If I *really* make him as happy as he 
makes me?//

***

Faramir strode down the hall twirling the bright flower in his fingers as he made 
his way for the library hoping to catch Haldir there. He had gotten back sooner 
than expected from his patrol, and had practically raced away from his men 
once he had dismissed them. As he walked, he had passed by one of the gardens 
and the flower had caught his eye, on a whim he picked it. He felt silly, Boromir 
would have surely teased him for it, but he thought that Haldir would enjoy it. 
Passing through the large doors of the library his smile widened upon his face as 
he saw his lover sitting back in his chair. Silently, he crept up behind Haldir and 
wrapped his arms around his lover. "Good afternoon, my love," he grinned as he 
leaned over him and almost laughed from the oddity of the angle and the look in 
Haldir's eyes.

It was rare for *anyone* to sneak up on an Elf, but Haldir had been so lost in 
thought and mesmerized by the blazing fire that he hadn’t heard Faramir until 
he was nearly upon him.  Immediately, the warm, comfortable, and relaxed 
feeling that descended up on him whenever he was near Faramir wrapped 
around him, and he sighed happily, twisting his head to nuzzle his lover’s neck.  
“Good afternoon, seron vell,” he smiled, licking and kissing at the warm skin as 
his hands caressed Faramir’s arms.  "It seems like an age has passed since we 
parted this morning.”

Faramir smiled and kissed Haldir softly, enjoying the feel of his lover's touch. 
He did not think he would ever get used to how his heart sped just feeling him 
near. Straightening up, he stepped around Haldir to lean against the table in 
front of him. "It has been a long day...too long," he agreed. Holding out his hand 
shyly, he grinned, "I brought you something, I saw it on my way here and it 
made me think of you."

Haldir’s eyes sparkled as he took the flower, and his smile grew even wider.  No 
one had *ever* given him a gift before…and Faramir had no idea how much the 
simple gesture touched his heart.  //Could it be that he thinks of me as often as I 
think of him?//  “Thank you,” he smiled, reaching out and wrapping his hand 
around Faramir’s, gently tugging him closer.  He brought the flower to his nose 
and sniffed.  “It smells as beautiful as it looks, melethen.  I love it.  And I love 
you.  Very, very much, my beautiful captain.”

Faramir felt his face color as his lover spoke and he smiled, "I am glad you like 
it," he said softly feeling warmth radiate up his arm from where Haldir's hand 
wrapped around his own. Leaning forward, he wound a few silken strands of 
blond hair around his finger and smiled, "I missed you," he whispered pressing 
his lips to Haldir's and savoring the sweetness of his lover's kiss.

Haldir released Faramir’s hand and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling 
him closer.  He gently took the flower from his lover and laid it reverently on 
the table next to his chair, already planning on finding a safe place to preserve it 
and keep it close to him.  With a happy sigh, he tasted his lover’s lips and gently 
parted his own.  He found that kissing Faramir was a pastime he could lose 
himself in for days at a time.  Having never been one to kiss anyone, he found 
that he finally knew why others enjoyed it so much.  It was intoxicating, 
delicious, and incredibly sensual, especially when the lips he kissed were as soft 
and inviting as Faramir’s.

Pulling Faramir into his lap, Haldir let one hand splay on the back of his lover’s 
head, deepening the kiss as his other hand rested on the small of his back.  After 
long moments, he drew back breathlessly.  “I missed you too, meleth,” he 
smiled, pressing soft kisses over his lover’s face.  “Do you know that I think of 
you every second of every day?  That as soon as I say goodbye to you each 
morning, all I can do is count the hours until you are back in my arms?”

Sighing into the kiss Faramir felt cherished as Haldir pulled him into his lap and 
deepened the kiss further. He knew in his heart that this beautiful Elf was who 
he would love until his last breath. He smiled as Haldir spoke and trailed his 
fingers through soft hair. "I do the same...every moment of every day," he 
whispered.  "I think about you all of the time," he said lifting Haldir's hand and 
placing it over his own heart, "and I can feel you here."

Haldir’s heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel Faramir’s doing the same.  
//Gods, I have never known what I was missing before I met him.//  Pressing 
Faramir’s hand over his own heart, he smiled.  “As I feel you in my own,” he 
whispered.  “Do you feel that?  Even our hearts beat as one.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir held his hand over his heart. "They do," he whispered 
softly, "I do love to listen to your heartbeat...I don't know if you've noticed that, 
but I think I will never be able to rest properly again without your heartbeat 
under my ear at night." His words were true, during the night before he had 
shifted and suddenly awakened because his head was resting on his pillow 
instead of Haldir's chest. He had moved sleepily to curl around his lover again 
and lay his head against his chest, his steady heartbeat lulling him back to sleep.

Releasing Faramir’s hand, Haldir moved to wrap his arms back around him, 
resting his head on his lover’s chest.  “You have no idea how much I love 
having you close every night,” he said softly.  

Faramir sank into Haldir's embrace and wrapped his arms around his lover. 
Capturing Haldir's lips under his own, Faramir kissed him deeply, his tongue 
exploring his lover's mouth until his heart was pounding in his chest and they 
were both breathless. "I love you, and will love you for the rest of my life," he 
whispered huskily against perfect lips.

Haldir clung to his lover as his tongue snaked out to lick along kiss swollen lips.  
“Gûr-e-gûren,” he whispered softly, “That means heart of my heart.  That’s 
what you are melethen.  Do you know that I fell in love with you when you 
kissed me in the hall the morning after we met?"

"You fell in love then?" Faramir asked in amazement. "I think maybe I started 
falling in love with you when you helped me up to my room that first night we 
met, and you carried me to my bed when I was so tired. I rested my head against 
your chest, and when you laid me on the bed I didn't want to release you," he 
whispered. "I don't think I realized until that kiss though. I spent part of the next 
day hoping I hadn't offended you and the other part trying to plot ways to kiss 
you again," he said smiling.

Haldir laughed, loving the way the corners of Faramir’s eyes crinkled each time 
he smiled.  “And I was thinking the same thing,” he grinned.  “I was afraid you 
had only kissed me because we agreed to let everyone believe we were in a 
relationship.”  Leaning forward, he nibbled on Faramir’s bottom lip.  “Do you 
still enjoy my kisses, melamin?” he teased.  “Or do you tire of them already?”

Faramir's smile grew wider as Haldir laughed. His laughter always made 
Faramir feel warmer and happier somehow. Shaking his head at his lover's 
teasing he whispered seriously, "I'll never tire of your kisses, my love.” Making 
his point, he leaned in and kissed his lover, parting his lips and inviting Haldir 
to kiss him deeply.

Haldir’s tongue gently pressed forward, tasting and exploring Faramir’s mouth, 
sighing happily at the sweet warmth.  Even though he was sure Faramir’s 
injuries had most surely healed, his hands were gentle as they trailed underneath 
his tunic, tenderly caressing the soft skin and smooth muscles, his fingers 
moving gently over deep, old scars that blended with the tender new ones.  “I 
will never tire of your kisses either,” he whispered against his lover’s lips.   “Or 
of touching you.  Or making love to you.  Or looking into your breathtaking 
blue eyes.”

Faramir lost himself in his lover's kiss and after long moments, they drew apart. 
He rested his forehead against Haldir's. "It is good news that you will never tire 
of all those things, because I was just about to ask you to make love to me," he 
whispered knowing that his cheeks were flushed but not caring in the least. Now 
that he knew what it was like to *be* loved by Haldir he found he could not get 
enough of the beautiful Elf. His eyes flickered to the doors behind Haldir's chair 
and he bit his lip debating if he should lock them...but he did not wish to move 
from his lover's arms.

His cock twitched at his lover’s words, and Haldir’s breath caught in his throat.  
“I would like nothing more than to make love to you, my beautiful captain,” he 
whispered.  Seeing Faramir glance at the door, the Silvan Elf grinned.  “I have 
missed you all day, melamin, and I do not want to let you go even long enough 
for one of us to lock the door. ”  As he spoke, his hand slowly unlaced Faramir’s 
breeches and began to gently stroke his arousal.  “Will you let me make love to 
you right here, right now, like this?”

Faramir's breath caught as Haldir's nimble fingers made quick work of his laces 
and warm fingers wrapped around his arousal. Completely forgetting the 
unlocked door he leaned forward to kiss and lick at his lover's neck. "Please, 
Haldir, right now, right here," he whispered against his lover's ear and smiled as 
he felt a shudder run through the strong body beneath his.

Haldir’s entire body responded as Faramir’s lips and tongue glided over his 
neck.  He leaned forward until his lover’s feet were on the ground, one arm still 
wrapped securely around him, as his hand left Faramir’s arousal and quickly 
worked his breeches to the floor.  Sitting back down, he pulled Faramir back 
into his lap and resumed stroking the rigid flesh that curved upward and rested 
against his stomach.   Haldir was already hard and aching, even more so than 
normal from the lustful look in Faramir’s eyes, and his hips shifted minutely, 
brushing his entrapped arousal against his lover’s.  

Faramir gasped as Haldir's erection pressed against his own.  His hands traveled 
down the front of his lover's tunic, feeling the taut muscles beneath it as his 
fingers found the laces of his leggings. Leaning his head against Haldir’s 
shoulder his hands fumbled slightly as he tried to free the trapped organ. After a 
few moments, his fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, stroking slowly as his 
lips found his lover's earlobe nipping and sucking on it. He had never felt this 
much need before, he wanted Haldir more at this moment than he'd ever wanted 
anything in his life.

Groaning as Faramir freed his arousal and began stroking him, Haldir’s head 
fell back against the back of the chair, shivering each time his lover’s teeth 
scraped across his earlobe.  He quickly brought two fingers to his own mouth 
and pressed them between his lips, running his tongue over each, and slicking 
them thoroughly.  His hips shifted, thrusting his arousal into Faramir’s hand as 
his own hand reached around his lover and slid along the cleft of his backside.  
One finger gently stroked Faramir’s entrance as the other continued to work his 
cock and Haldir buried his face in his lover’s neck, marking him.  Slowly and 
carefully, he slipped one finger inside, pressing it forward until the digit was 
buried in tight heat up to the knuckle.

Faramir moaned softly as a slick finger pressed inside him feeding his growing 
desire even more. His thumb slipped over the head of the thick shaft in his hand 
spreading the slick fluid gathered there around and down his lover's arousal. 
Moving down from the perfect earlobe his lips trailed down his lover's smooth 
neck marking and soothing the darkened skin with his tongue. His heart was 
beating rapidly in his chest as his hips moved forward into the tight grip 
surrounding him and back onto the slick finger delving deeper. "Gods," he 
whispered huskily unable to believe how aroused he had become, so quickly.

Haldir’s finger slid in and out of his lover’s body, stretching the tight guardian 
muscle enough to allow a second digit.  Working it in next to the first, he closed 
his eyes and tried to maintain control – no easy task as his lover continued to 
stroke him and press downward, impaling himself on Haldir’s fingers again and 
again.  “Ai, melethen, nach tongwain, (Oh, love, you are so tight!)” he cried out 
softly, his cock twitching in Faramir’s grasp and thick drops of fluid leaking out 
over his lover’s fingers.

Faramir's entire body tingled with desire as his lover prepared him, and stroked 
his aching cock. He had never experienced an all-consuming desire like this 
before, his entire body begging Haldir to claim him. He whispered breathlessly 
against his lover's ear, "Please, take me, love."

Sliding his fingers from his love’s body, Haldir placed both hands on Faramir’s 
hips, urging them upward.  His cock was already slick with his own fluids and 
he placed the tip at Faramir’s stretched and quivering entrance as he looked up 
into beloved blue eyes.  He rubbed the engorged head over the puckered 
opening, and his breath escaped in a long, low hiss as his lover began to slowly 
sink down onto his length. 
 
Faramir moaned as he lowered slowly impaling himself with his lover's hard 
shaft, stopping only once his lover was buried deep inside him. He leaned 
forward, pressing his lips to Haldir's and kissing him deeply as his body 
adjusted to the intrusion. After a few moments, he buried his face against 
Haldir's neck and tentatively began rocking his hips. Gasping as his prostate 
was grazed, he tilted his head back and arched against his lover as strong hands 
held his hips.

Haldir’s hands ran lovingly over Faramir’s hips and back and he shifted his own 
hips enough to nudge his lover’s sweet spot with every inward stroke as his lips 
kissed and sucked Faramir’s exposed neck.  His arms moved to encircle his 
lover’s waist and the two rocked together in perfect unison for long minutes 
until Haldir felt himself drawing closer to the edge.  His hand moved to wrap 
around the rigid cock trapped between them as his lips fastened on to Faramir’s 
in a deep kiss.  “I love you, melethen,” he whispered against his lover’s lips.

Faramir’s body shuddered from all of the overwhelming sensations of being 
loved so passionately yet tenderly. Their bodies as well as their souls yet again 
seemed to join together as they made love. His lips trembled as Haldir's claimed 
his in a deep kiss. "I love you too," he whispered in return. Holding tight to his 
lover he quickened his pace feeling himself nearing completion. Crying out his 
lover's name he wrapped himself closer as the hand wrapped around him moved 
faster drawing him to the edge. Within moments, his release spilled over 
Haldir's hand his body shuddering and already tight muscles clenched even 
tighter still.

As Faramir spilled warm and slick over his hand, Haldir continued to stroke him 
gently.  He thrust upward one final time; burying himself to the hilt and feeling 
clenching muscles tighten around his length, as his seed pulsed deep into his 
lover’s trembling body.  For the briefest of moments, he felt the familiar, golden 
warmth surround them both.  They were one body, one soul, complete and 
whole in every way only when they were together.  He had no idea how this was 
possible, but the thanked the Valar for giving him this precious gift, and he 
vowed to never take this incredible man in his arms for granted, or hurt him in 
any way.  A happy and perfectly content smile already touching his lips, Haldir 
rested his head against Faramir’s chest, holding him tightly, and enjoying the 
feel of sweat dampened skin underneath his lips.

Faramir moaned as he felt his lover's release pulse inside of him and wrapped 
his arms around Haldir holding him close. Both of them breathing heavily in the 
aftermath of their lovemaking, he rested his chin against Haldir's head and 
pressed a soft kiss against soft hair. "I love you," he whispered softly as his 
hand found itself tangled in long beautiful hair as the other trailed up and down 
his lover's back. Every time they made love it was incredible, their bodies and 
souls merging and after it was over he always felt warm and content. Smiling 
softly he took a deep breath thanking the Valar silently for allowing him this 
perfect beautiful gift of love.

Haldir’s eyes fell shut and he nuzzled against his lover, thinking that if Elves 
purred, that’s exactly what he’d be doing at this very moment.  He loved the 
feeling of Faramir’s fingers in his hair, finding it relaxing and incredibly erotic 
at the same time.  He leaned back to stare up into his lover’s eyes.  “You are my 
heart, meleth,” he whispered, “my soul, my strength….my everything.” 

"As you are mine, my love," Faramir said softly and then froze as he felt 
someone else in the room. Looking beyond Haldir, his face paled and 
immediately a deep blush stained his cheeks as he saw one of Haldir's brothers 
standing in the doorway his own face tinged in red as well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rumil was frozen in place, he had been returning a book and as he walked in, he 
had been riveted in place by the sight of his brother and his lover. Hearing their 
words of love, he had felt like an intruder but he could not seem to will his feet 
to move.  


"I...I...am...terribly sorry," he said swallowing quickly as he realized Faramir 
was staring at him his face a bright red that Rumil felt sure matched his own. //I 
would leave if I could get my feet to move!//

Haldir’s head turned toward the door and he chuckled, pulling Faramir closer.  
“I said I wanted you to get to know Faramir a little better,” he chided, “but 
*not* this well, brother!”  He grabbed a blanket that lay in the floor by the chair 
and wrapped it around Faramir’s waist.  “Serves him right,” he whispered, 
pressing a soft kiss against Faramir’s furiously blushing cheek.  “I have walked 
in on my brothers in much more compromising conditions than this too many 
times to count!”

Faramir's blush seemed to spread down through his entire body and he smiled 
shyly over Haldir's shoulder at Haldir's brother. He could not bring himself to 
say anything, feeling his voice had completely escaped him so he simply 
watched the other Elf, as he seemed to have the same trouble as Faramir finding 
his voice. 

Rumil looked down and suddenly remembered why he was in the library in the 
first place, "I was...returning a book," he murmured lamely and lay it on the 
nearest table. Bowing slightly he smiled, "I...will lock the door on my way out," 
he said quickly. "Again...sorry to have...um...interrupted?" Finally able to move 
his body he turned and quickly went through the doors locking them on his way. 
Once on the other side, he leaned against them and smiled to himself before 
going back up to his and Orophin's room.

Haldir watched Rumil leave, then turned back to Faramir, who was still 
blushing furiously.  “Don’t worry, love,” he smiled, reaching out to gently cup 
his lover’s face.  “There is nothing to be ashamed of.  Rumil will be discreet.”

Faramir nodded slowly, "I think he was as embarrassed as I was," he said 
laughing softly after finally having found his voice again, "you on the other 
hand...have no shame do you?" he continued with a teasing grin.

Laughing, Haldir leaned forward and pressed his lips to Faramir’s neck.  “I am 
proud to let him…or anyone else…know that I am lucky enough to be loved by 
you, seron vell,” he murmured softly.  

Faramir smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover holding him close, "Oh it 
was not that I am not proud to let everyone know...just...well you are a little 
more dressed than I am," he said smiling. "I'm sure that your urging your 
brothers to get to know me better didn't mean to get to know me *that* well," he 
laughed softly. In truth, Faramir was glad that it was one of Haldir's brothers 
and not his father or one of his councilors. Sighing softly, he nuzzled against his 
lover's neck his earlier embarrassment fading and a feeling of contentment 
spread through him again.

Haldir’s hands continued to gently caress Faramir’s back and he sighed happily, 
loving the feeling of his lover’s lips pressed against his skin.  He simply relaxed 
into Faramir’s touch for long minutes, closing his eyes and resting his head 
against the back of the chair.  Finally stirring, he opened his eyes and smiled.  “I 
talked to my brothers at length this morning, melethen,” he said, sliding his 
hands underneath the blanket and running them along smooth, bare thighs.  
“They will be returning to Lorien at the end of the week.”

"They took the news well?" Faramir asked sitting back to gaze into stunning 
blue eyes. He had worried that they would urge Haldir to change his mind and 
return home with them. They had fallen in love so quickly and he knew that 
Boromir would question him in such a situation. Since he was not here and 
would not be returning for some weeks yet he would be able to present his 
relationship to his brother differently than Haldir had been able to with his kin.

Remembering his encounter with Rumil and Orophin, Haldir paused.  “Rumil is 
happy for us,” he said.  “He saw the happiness in my eyes when I spoke of you.  
Orophin was…concerned at first, but he has accepted my decision.  I am more 
worried about your brother.  He will most likely be of the opinion that you can 
do much better in choosing someone to give your heart to.”  

"Do better?" Faramir asked shaking his head, "There is no one better than you. 
He will see how much I love you, and you love me. Boromir may question it at 
first, but he will accept us. He will see how happy you make me and that will 
make the decision for him. He has always said that he wished to see me happy."

“Making you happy is all I ever want to do,” Haldir smiled.  “You know...It’s 
still early.  We could retire to your room, have our dinner brought up to us, and 
relax for the evening.  Or do you have other duties to attend to?”

"That was what I was coming here to tell you...that I was free for the entire 
evening," Faramir said smiling happily and threading his fingers through soft 
golden strands. "So...I am all yours, love. Dinner in *our* room sounds perfect," 
he said softly placing emphasis on the word our hoping that Haldir would be 
pleased with that idea.

Haldir smiled at his lover, biting his bottom lip and feeling his heart beat faster.  
“*Our* room,” he repeated softly.   “By the Valar, I like the way that sounds, 
seron vell.  Let’s return to *our* room then, shall we?”

Faramir smiled happily as his lover spoke and leaned in kissing him gently. "I 
like the way it sounds too," he whispered softly. Shifting his weight slowly, 
Faramir stood and gathered his breeches pulling them on and lacing him quickly 
as his eyes sought the location of his boots, he did not even remember 
removing. He had been so caught up in Haldir's touch he had completely 
forgotten the open door until Rumil was standing in it. It was as if he became 
lost in Haldir's touch so suddenly and completely that his mind had only 
focused on the two of them blocking out everything else. 

Haldir’s hands began lacing his own breeches, but he found he couldn’t stop 
staring at Faramir as he dressed.  “You *are* breathtaking,” he whispered as he 
stood up and took his lover’s hand, squeezing it gently and not even realizing 
he’d spoken out loud.  

Faramir stared at his lover and smiled happily, "No one has ever complimented 
me the way you do," he said softly. After so many years of being told horrible 
things, just the few days he had spent with Haldir had helped him to see past 
some of that. "You have no idea how much your words, your touch, and your 
love has helped me. I don't know how I will survive when you finally do have to 
go speak to your Lord and Lady in Lorien." He had at moments, dwelled on that 
thought, and he could not imagine how much his heart will ache to see Haldir 
leave if only for a short time.

Haldir’s shoulders sagged and he nodded.  “I, too, dread that day,” he sighed, 
taking Faramir’s other hand in his own. He reached down on the table and 
gently picked up the flower.  Carefully, his fingers closed around the delicate 
petals, and he tried to push the thoughts of being away from Faramir to the back 
of his mind. “But it will be only for a fortnight, seron vell, and I will never leave 
your side again.  I wouldn’t even go if I didn’t need to speak with them.  I have 
guarded them for many millennia, and owe them the courtesy of an explanation 
of why I will not return.  But I swear that after I return to you, if ever I leave 
Gondor again, it will only be with you by my side.”

Faramir smiled sadly, "I know that you must do your duty, but I hope you know 
that I will think of you every moment until you return to me," he whispered 
softly. "But until then I will treasure every moment you are here with me," he 
said wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing him softly. "I will need to 
kiss you, and hold you, and love you as much as possible to store up the 
memories for when we are parted," he said smiling.

Haldir pressed his lips hungrily to his lover’s, knowing his heart would break on 
the day he did have to leave.  //No.  Don’t think of that now.  It is many weeks 
away, and when you return, you will have answers to your questions.  And you 
will return to a love purer and more beautiful than you have ever dreamed of, 
and never leave him again.//  “I beg of you to kiss me and touch me and love me 
to your heart’s content,” he whispered against Faramir’s lips.  Trailing soft 
kisses over every inch of his lover’s face, the Silvan Elf kept his eyes open, 
memorizing every freckle and line.  “The day of my departure is a long way off.  
And at least you will have your brother here to keep you occupied, so you will 
not be alone.”

Faramir returned the loving kisses knowing that Haldir felt the same way he did 
about their having to be apart even for a short time. Laughing softly as dozens 
of sweet kisses were bestowed upon his face his fingers sunk into golden hair 
and looked into Haldir's eyes. "No, I will not be alone, but and I can honestly 
say I have never in my life even thought this until meeting you. I would rather 
have you by my side than my brother," he whispered softly his words almost 
feeling as if he had betrayed his brother but he knew that Haldir would 
understand his meaning. Boromir had been his strength his entire life, but one 
day his brother would marry, would have children of his own, would become 
Steward, and he would not have time for his younger brother no matter how 
close they were.

“I know, Pen velui,” Haldir said softly.  Before coming to Gondor, he had never 
thought of a life anywhere other than the Golden Wood.  But now, after having 
experienced Faramir’s love, he knew he could never be happy without Faramir 
by his side.  His place was beside his lover, no matter where they chose to spend 
their time.  “My life is with you now, wherever that may be.”

Faramir pressed a soft kiss against Haldir's lips and sighed softly.  A part of him 
wished he could leave Gondor, but despite all of his father's criticisms of him, 
he knew that he was needed to help defend the land of his birth. Even Haldir 
had known that and had not asked Faramir to leave with him. He could have 
asked that Faramir leave and he would, he would go to Lorien with him but the 
guilt would have worn on him. "Let's go upstairs, love," he said softly.

With a final tender kiss to Faramir’s lips, Haldir slid an arm around his waist 
and nodded.  “Yes,” he smiled.  “Let’s go to *our* room, where we will not be 
disturbed by well meaning, but nosy siblings.  I do not wish to share you with 
anyone….ever.”

Faramir laughed, "That's really good because I do not wish to be shared," he 
teased as they made their way to the door and back up to their room.

Neither of the lovers noticed a dark figure behind the pillar just outside of the 
library.  Denethor had been keeping an eye on Rumil, sure that the insufferable 
Elf was trying to steal anything he could get his hands on.  //Gods, the creatures 
are everywhere!  They are ruining my city!  Will they never leave?//

As Rumil had opened the door to the library and practically froze in his tracks, 
Denethor had heard the exchange that took place afterward.  //That pathetic 
excuse of an Elf is fucking him right under my own roof!  I swear on the grave 
of my father, I will make them both pay, if it is the last thing I do.  No one takes 
what is mine…no one!//   

Gritting his teeth, the steward’s face flushed a deep red…not of embarrassment, 
as Faramir’s had, but of pure, unadulterated rage.  He stalked back to his study, 
where he flung himself into the chair next to the window and reached out for the 
large, jewel crusted dagger that lay in the drawer of the table beside him.  
Slowly, his breathing became more regular, and a small smile touched his lips 
as he lovingly caressed the blade.  //He cannot stay with you every moment of 
every day, boy.  And when his back is turned, you will be back here, underneath 
me where you belong.  You will bow before me and beg my forgiveness, and 
when I finish with you, that vile Elf will never wish to look upon you again, let 
alone touch your filthy body!//

As the sun sank slowly behind the horizon, the smile was still on Denethor’s 
face, and still he stared off into the distance, biding his time, his fingers never 
leaving the dagger.  He didn’t even notice as large drops of his own blood fell 
from his fingertips to the floor from the blade’s shining edge.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faramir had left his men and gone looking for Haldir for the evening meal. He 
hadn't been in their room, or the library so he thought that he might find him in 
one of the gardens. Moving through the large archway and into the open area he 
paused as he spotted Haldir's brothers standing at the far wall taking in the view. 
He had wished to speak with them before they left and decided that now was as 
good a time as any. Crossing to where they were, he smiled as they turned to 
face him, knowing that they had probably sensed his presence the moment he 
walked through the archway. "Good afternoon," he said softly.

Rumil turned toward the young captain and smiled, praying that Orophin would 
keep his word to their eldest brother and give Faramir a chance.  He’d told his 
lover about the sincerity and love he’d witnessed upon walking into the library 
and interrupting Haldir and Faramir, but Orophin remained skeptical, arguing 
that no matter what, Faramir was a *man*, not an Elf, and was not the right 
mate for their brother.  

“Good afternoon, Lord Faramir,” Rumil said, bowing slightly and sparing a 
glance at Orophin.  He knew Orophin would *try*, but only because he had 
promised Haldir.  Seeing his brother simply staring at Faramir, Rumil moved 
closer and slid an arm around Orophin’s waist.  “Please forgive my brother.  His 
mind has been wandering of late.”

Orophin smiled slightly and nodded.  “Good afternoon, my Lord.  I imagine you 
are looking for my brother?”  He had promised Haldir he would treat Faramir 
with respect – but that didn't mean he would willingly seek out his company. He 
was, after all, the reason their brother was considering giving up his 
immortality, a decision Orophin had still not comes to grips with.

Faramir smiled and bowed slightly to both Elves. "I was looking for Haldir, but 
I am glad I have found the two of you. I had wanted the chance to speak to you 
before you left," he said softly. He remembered Haldir saying that Orophin had 
been a bit concerned at first and he suddenly felt nervous as he felt his eyes 
move over him. Faramir suddenly wondered if perhaps he should have 
continued looking for Haldir as doubts began to slip into his mind. //They have 
not had the chance to speak with me before really...what if they find me so 
unimpressive that they beg their brother to leave with him?//

Orophin had to admit Faramir was as handsome as Haldir had said he was.  And 
there was a gentleness about him that was not often seen in anyone of the race 
of men.  He could see the appeal.  Still… he was not an Elf.  And Haldir was 
going to give up everything for him…his home, his family, his very life?  
//WHY can he not simply live with him for a few decades, then return to us?  
Why is he so convinced he will love no other?  Or that what he feels really *is* 
love?  He’s never loved anyone before in his life…maybe this is no more than 
affection, and he simply doesn’t know any better!//  

Rumil watched Orophin studying Faramir from the corner of his eyes.  //I see he 
is being his usual stubborn self.  Just as I expected.  Though I think Haldir 
hoped he would at least put forth an effort.//  “I would again like to apologize 
for walking in on you unexpectedly in the library yesterday, my Lord,” he 
smiled as a slight blush touched his cheeks.  “However, I did hear you and my 
brother talking.  I would never have believed such sweet words would fall from 
Haldir’s lips.  I had never thought to see him like this…I honestly believe he is 
sincerely happy for the first time in his life.”

Faramir's face felt warm as Rumil spoke and he knew he was blushing, "I am 
glad to hear you say that he is happy, because I have never in my life felt what I 
do for your brother. He has stolen my heart so quickly and he is...he is my 
everything," he said softly knowing that his cheeks were stained darker telling 
Haldir's brothers that, but it was nothing but the truth. "I know that how quickly 
we fell in love may be unsettling to you both, but the speed in which it 
happened does not lessen the strength of the bond," he said.

Orophin wanted desperately to believe that the young captain before him truly 
did love Haldir, and was not simply relying on his protection.  Even Haldir had 
admitted that their entire relationship began with Faramir’s safety and 
protection in mind.   Before Rumil could cut him off, Orophin placed a hand on 
his lover’s arm and squeezed gently.  “Forgive me, my Lord,” he said, studying 
Faramir’s eyes seriously.  “But Haldir is my brother, and whether he wishes for 
my concern or not, I do worry about him.  I would not see him hurt, and I would 
not see him used, therefore, I must ask…do you love *him* or do you love the 
thought of the protection an Elf such as Haldir could provide you and your 
city?”

Faramir felt stung by Orophin's words but he had been subjected to far worse in 
his life. What hurt was the very idea that he would dare use Haldir in that way. 
"If that is your opinion of me then I do not know what it is I could say to change 
your mind. The very thought that I would dare use your brother in that manner 
breaks my heart. I do love Haldir; I love him for who he is, for his kindness, his 
intelligence, and his beauty. I have never loved another in my life, and if you do 
not wish to believe what I say, what I feel is true I am sorry," Faramir's voice 
was soft as he spoke but each word was strong and spoken from his heart.

Orophin looked down, slightly abashed, and unable to find the words to make 
up for his rather indelicate question.  //He *does* love Haldir.  I can see it in his 
eyes.  He shows no guilt, no shame; he is hiding nothing – only speaking his 
heart.  I think I have misjudged him greatly.//  “Lord Faramir, I….”

Rumil shook Orophin’s hand from his arm and moved away from him, not 
giving him the opportunity to finish.  “My brother does not speak for both of 
us,” he said, glaring at his lover and shaking his head.  “Please understand.  It is 
just….just that we have never seen Haldir this way before, for he has truly never 
been in love.  It almost feels as if we are losing him.”  Holding up a hand to halt 
both Faramir and Orophin’s words, he continued.  “Did you know, Lord 
Faramir, that Haldir has never let himself be………*distracted* by anyone, let 
alone declare his undying love?  He was much sought after in Lorien, but no 
one ever managed to catch his eye – and you caught both his eye and his heart 
in less than a day.  He does not speak of love lightly…in fact, if I had not heard 
the words fall from his lips in the library yesterday, I’m not sure I would have 
believed them.  I honestly didn't think Haldir capable of loving anyone, yet even 
if he were to remain silent, his devotion to you is plain to see in his eyes.  I, for 
one, do not question that you love him in return.”

As Rumil spoke, Faramir felt his heart swell and could not stop the smile that 
spread across his face. "He has told me that he has never felt the way he feels 
about me before...but knowing that he had lived so many years I found it so 
hard to believe he's never loved before. He...he has so much love to give," 
Faramir said feeling truly amazed as he thought of all the gentle touches. Even 
the first night when he helped Faramir to his room, his touch had been...almost 
loving even then. Even the fact he had sought Faramir out that night was 
unusual by Rumil's words if Haldir had never been distracted by another.

Orophin watched Faramir’s face, noting the way his eyes lit up and his smile 
softened as he spoke of Haldir.  He stepped forward and nodded at the young 
captain.  “You are correct,” he said softly, placing one hand on Faramir’s 
shoulder for an instant, a gesture of acceptance in the Lorien Elf’s eyes.  “My 
brother *does* have much love to give.  And I see that he has chosen wisely in 
waiting to give it to the person who would cherish it as it was meant to be 
cherished.”  He bowed slightly once again and lowered his eyes.  “Please accept 
my apologies, my Lord.  I had thought to dictate who my brother fell in love 
with – to tell him who would be ‘appropriate’.  Yet I realize that if I had listened 
to everyone else’s idea of appropriateness, I would not have found my own true 
love…my dearest Rumil, the heart of my heart.”

Tears gathered in Rumil’s eyes and he moved closer to his brother, wrapping an 
arm around him and giving him a soft smile before looking back at Faramir.  
“You are most welcome to join our family,” he smiled.  “Small as it is, we will 
gladly embrace you as our brother – and as Haldir’s mate, if you still wish to 
join us, even after my darling Oro’s display of temper.”
 
Faramir found himself unable to stop smiling as Orophin apologized and then 
found himself slightly shocked by his revelation of their relationship. Thinking 
for a moment, he realized he had noticed a stronger than brotherly bond 
between the two and he laughed softly. "I did not know of your relationship 
being deeper than that of brothers but I do know that love is not always what we 
expect. I know that Haldir did not expect to come to Gondor and meet me, and I 
did not expect to ever find love until he came into my life. I am honored to be a 
part of your family, and I know that Orophin only spoke out of love for Haldir. 
Just as I expect my own brother to question our relationship upon his return 
from Rohan."

Orophin smiled gratefully at Faramir and slid his arm around his brother.  “I 
think that at times, we forgot Haldir *could* love someone,” he said softly.  “He 
has always been…remote, I suppose.  Kind in his own way, but never showing 
affection or the slightest signs of gentility, to be honest.  I suppose that 
somewhere inside him, he had a deep loneliness that he would not allow anyone 
to see.  I believe Rumil and I have been so caught up in each other for so many 
millennia, we did not give thought to what Haldir needed.  I see that he simply 
needed *you*, Lord Faramir.  Though I was loath to admit it, I saw the love in 
his eyes the first time he spoke of you.  It is only now I realize that, that was 
what had been missing from our eldest brother’s gaze for all these years.”

Faramir found it hard to believe that the Haldir he knew could be described as 
'remote' or without gentility, but did not speak on it to his brothers. "I have spent 
most of my life not even daring to hope for love, and then when it presented 
itself, it was quite sudden. I am glad that you have both found it in your hearts 
to accept me, to accept our relationship. I promise you both that you will never 
regret that decision. I will love him with all I am for all the rest of my days," 
Faramir said feeling much more relaxed than he had upon entering the garden. 

He stayed speaking with the brothers for quite some time about Haldir's life in 
Lorien, and about their time in Gondor. Faramir had walked around the garden 
with the two Elves sharing tales of his own childhood...the happier times spent 
with Boromir, some of them in that very garden with sticks as swords.

Rumil laughed, picturing a very young Faramir pretending he was saving his 
beloved city with make believe swords and as much determination and heart as 
any Ranger, even at that age.  He looked up when Orophin squeezed his hand 
and nodded toward the north end of the garden.  Haldir was walking quickly 
toward them, a brilliant smile on his face, and eyes only for his beloved 
Faramir.  “Watch them together, melethen,” he whispered to Orophin.  “When 
Faramir realizes Haldir is here…watch his eyes.  I dare say they both will forget 
our presence in no time at all.”

Faramir stopped speaking as he felt *something* and turned around smiling 
brightly as he saw Haldir approaching. "I went looking for you and found your 
brothers. I've probably told them of every hiding place for a six year old hunting 
ten year old orcs in this entire garden," he said smiling and slipping his arms 
around Haldir's waist as he stopped in front of him. As he gazed into sparkling 
eyes he forgot their audience and leaned in to press a tender kiss against the 
perfect lips he had missed since early that morning.

Haldir smiled and vaguely registered that his brothers were nearby, but found he 
couldn’t look away from his lover’s breathtaking smile, or the sparkling blue 
eyes that stared back at him, making his heart pound in his chest.  There was a 
faint tug at the back of his mind, and he hoped Orophin had treated Faramir 
kindly, but his lover seemed to be in good spirits, so he didn’t dwell on it.  
Leaning in to wrap his arms around Faramir, he pulled him close and sighed 
into the kiss, feeling satisfied only when his love was in his arms, like all the 
pieces of his heart suddenly slipped in place and he was whole once again.  

“I am sorry, Gûren,” he said softly against soft lips.  “I was finishing my letter 
to Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.  I went to look for you, but your guards 
said you had just left them, so I wandered by the kitchens and requested a tray 
be brought up to our room.   I’ve felt this incredible craving all day….to spread 
honey over you and lick you clean.”  Grinning wickedly, he moved to take 
Faramir’s ear between his teeth.  “Will you allow me to lick you clean, 
melethen?” he whispered.

Faramir shivered as Haldir spoke, his warm breath ghosting over his ear 
drawing a soft sigh, "Yes," he whispered softly his fingers clutching at the soft 
fabric of his lover's tunic. Hearing a soft laugh from behind him, he 
remembered that they were in fact not alone. Drawing back slightly he smiled, 
"I think Rumil has seen enough of us. I think we should probably say our 
farewells and see about this craving of yours," he whispered softly. Stepping 
back regretfully he turned with his arm still firmly around Haldir's waist. "I am 
afraid your brother is here to steal me away," he said smiling happily.

Orophin couldn’t help but smile at the look on Haldir’s face – a look that he’d 
never noticed was missing in all their long centuries together.  Nodding at his 
eldest brother, he saw Haldir’s smile widen in acknowledgement of the last of 
Orophin’s resistance falling away.  //Be happy, my brother.  You have chosen 
well.//

Rumil reached out and placed a hand on Faramir’s shoulder, nodding slightly, 
and locking his gaze with Haldir, making no secret of the fact that he had heard 
every word of their whispered exchange.  “I see we are no longer needed here,” 
he grinned.  “And, while I enjoy our Lord’s company, I do believe it is time we 
return to our rooms, Orophin.  I find that I am craving sweets.”

Faramir felt a deep blush spread across his face and he laughed softly. "Good 
evening, and thank you both," he said bowing his head slightly, knowing that 
they would know he was thanking them for accepting their relationship. He 
tightened his arm around Haldir's waist and turned to look at his lover as he 
spoke with his brothers.

Haldir said goodbye to his brothers, thrilled beyond words to see that somehow, 
Faramir had managed to convince Orophin to accept him.  //Not that that’s 
surprising.  He could win over an orc if he put his mind to it.//  As Orophin and 
Rumil turned to leave, Haldir turned and smiled at his lover as they began 
walking back to their room.  “Whatever you did, melethen, you have completely 
won over my brothers,” he said softly.  “I had worried that Orophin would be 
less than courteous if you were to meet him outside of my presence.”

Faramir wondered what if anything he should tell his lover and after a moment 
he spoke, "At first he questioned our relationship, but once he saw how much I 
love you he was more than kind. I had expected there to be questions, but they 
have both accepted me. Said I was part of the family so I suppose that means 
you are stuck with me, love," he grinned.

Haldir stopped and turned to his lover, resting his forehead against Faramir’s, 
locking his hands at the small of Faramir’s back.  “Promise?” he asked softly, 
closing his eyes and letting his lover’s warm breath ghost over his lips.

"Promise," Faramir whispered in response wrapping his arms around Haldir and 
pressing his lips against his lover's. “I will love you with all of my heart, 
forever.”

Pulling his love closer, Haldir pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, then began 
kissing a slow trail down his throat.  “I’ll hold you to that,” he whispered 
between kisses.  “I’ll hold you to that forever.”

Faramir smiled and tightened his hold on his lover as warm soft lips moved 
along his skin. "Forever, my love," he whispered softly tipping his head back to 
allow Haldir better access to his neck. His body was already starting to respond 
and he sighed softly, "I thought you said something about honey in our room? If 
you don't get me there soon, more people than just your brother are going to see 
more than they should," he whispered as his heart rate seemed to double.

Pulling regretfully away from his lover’s neck, Haldir reached down and 
adjusted his own tunic, covering his groin, where his arousal already had began 
to lengthen and stiffen.  It had began when he first saw Faramir, and was now 
aching and hard against the laces of his breeches from simply kissing his lover’s 
sweet skin alone.  “I couldn’t agree more,” he smiled, tugging Faramir’s hand 
and hurrying toward their room, his mouth already watering….and not for the 
taste of honey.

~~~

Flipping his long hair over his shoulder, Denethor watched his youngest son in 
disgust as he pawed all over the arrogant blonde Elf he’d taken into his bed, and 
accepted the same pawing in return.   Faramir had passed him by earlier, 
apparently having nothing more than finding his disgusting little Elf on his 
mind, and failing to even see Denethor watching him.  Then, to make matters 
worse, he’d obviously befriended the other two Elves as well!  //This cannot be 
tolerated.  I will not allow him to sully my name nor the name of Gondor!  He 
will pay for this….in more ways than one.  I will kill his arrogant Elven lover 
first, and then take the rest of my anger out of Faramir’s hide.  He should know 
that no one could truly love him!  Even a lowly Elf would have better sense than 
to actually desire him, the foolish, dirty boy!  I will make sure he is used so 
thoroughly and so often, that he will not have the strength left to even remember 
the feel of that pathetic Elf touching him…he will remember no one’s touch but 
mine for the rest of his pathetic little life!//  

A true smile touched Denethor’s face, and he finally felt as if he were regaining 
a measure of control.  //You will have no one else to turn to, Faramir, when your 
Elf is dead. //  Moving back into the shadows, he watched as Haldir took 
Faramir’s hand and the two hurried back toward Faramir’s rooms.  //You will be 
sorry, Faramir.  I can promise you that.//
~~~~~~~~~~

Burien lay his poisoned arrows down on the ground and continued to watch his 
target. The Elf was walking so close beside the Steward's son - it would be a 
tricky shot if they moved suddenly but they seemed to be taking a leisurely 
stroll. He wondered why Lord Denethor had requested he kill the visiting Elf, 
but he suspected it was because of the relationship that had developed between 
the two. He had always known Denethor distrusted Elves and his son having a 
relationship with one, would possibly cause trouble. 

He continued watching the two lovers move amongst the trees and waited for 
the perfect opportunity to present itself. The one thing an assassin had to be 
besides accurate…was patient. 

Haldir's arm was wrapped securely around Faramir's waist, and he couldn't 
resist leaning over to place yet another soft kiss on his lover's lips. It was so 
easy to lose himself in Faramir's eyes…he found it hard to concentrate on 
anything or anyone else. Several people had passed them by, but the Silvan Elf 
had barely noticed their happy smiles and respectful nods. "I'm glad you were 
with me to say goodbye to Orophin and Rumil," he said softly, turning toward 
his lover and pulling him close. "I am almost sorry to see them go, but, more 
than that, I will be glad to have more time to concentrate on you."

Faramir smiled as Haldir pulled him close, "I am glad I got to say goodbye to 
them too, and we will visit them, I promise, anytime you like," he whispered 
leaning in to press a tender kiss to soft lips. Drawing back, he looked around, 
"This is where I used to come to get away, I always thought I was alone, but 
Boromir knew I came here and used to send guards to watch over me. It was not 
until I was older and started my training that I noticed them. All those years as a 
child I thought I was alone," he said laughing at the memory. "Good thing I 
didn't talk to myself.”

Haldir laughed and studied the trees around them, releasing his lover and sliding 
his hand down to wrap around Faramir's. "Your city is lovely," he smiled. "I 
love seeing where you grew up…seeing it through your eyes. When we decide 
to visit my brothers, I think you will love the Golden Wood as well. I do not 
have the words to describe her beauty. And I will show you were my brothers 
used to hide as children. I never had the opportunity to hide myself…I was 
always too busy trying to find them and keep them out of mischief."

Faramir laughed, "I suppose you and Boromir will have a lot in common then, 
his self appointed duty growing up was protecting me," he said smiling, though 
his smile slipped a little. Faramir worried at times what Boromir would do if he 
knew what he had been unable to protect him from. Pulling back, he turned 
toward one of the trees and ran his fingers across the rough surface. "I would 
love to see where you and your brother's grew up. I have heard tales, but would 
love to see it with my own eyes one day," he said letting the dark thoughts go 
and smiling again. 

Haldir saw a faint shadow pass over Faramir's eyes and his anger at Denethor 
flared. //If only Faramir would give me leave to make you pay, *steward*, I 
would cause you to scream in agony a thousand times for every time you lay a 
finger on him.// Trying to change the subject, he released Faramir's hand and 
reached up to grab the nearest tree branch. "When you were a child, did you 
wish to look out at your city from the treetops?"

Burien was poised to take his shot as soon as the two lovers moved apart. His 
eyes remained fixed on the Elf reaching up toward a tree branch, and he drew 
back letting his arrow fly. He sat staring in shock, as events unfolded in front of 
him, as if time had stilled.

Faramir turned and laughed as he saw Haldir tug at the branch, "I did..." at that 
moment he felt something was not right. He saw Haldir release the branch, 
sensing the danger too. As his hand went for his sword, he heard the sound of an 
arrow cutting through the thick air of the forest and rushed forward in hopes of 
knocking Haldir to the ground to protect him. Just as he reached his lover, he 
felt a stinging pain in his shoulder, the pain radiating down through his body 
and burning like fire. 

Haldir heard the arrow coming straight for him, and knew, even as fast as he 
was, that he didn't have time to move from its path. Grateful that at least 
Faramir was safe, he turned, wanting the last thing he saw on the face of Arda to 
be Faramir. Watching in mute horror as his lover pushed him out of the way, the 
Silvan Elf realized, too late, what was happening. As Faramir fell, Haldir's arms 
wrapped around him, and he cried out his lover's name. They both fell to the 
ground in a tangle of arms and legs, Haldir trying to cushion his lover’s fall 
even as Faramir’s blood began to flow and soak both their tunics. If it had been 
one of the Elves under his command, he would have rushed in the direction the 
arrow came from and killed whomever had shot it, but his mind ceased to 
function seeing his love writhing in pain and crimson stains coloring the ground 
beneath him. //No. Please, by the Valar…do not take him from me! //

Faramir felt his legs give from under him, as he collapsed into his lover's arms. 
Seeing movement beyond the tree line, he saw a man dressed in a black cloak 
with a silver hilted dagger strapped to his thigh, run through the trees. His eyes 
soon found Haldir's and he tried to speak but for some reason his entire body 
felt numbed. Even his voice did not work; he blinked as his eyes began to cloud. 
//It's only my shoulder...Gods why can't I feel anything?// His vision became 
dim and the last thing he saw was Haldir's grief stricken face, stained with tears 
as darkness enveloped him. 

Having failed to hit his target and worse, hit the Steward's son, Burien panicked 
and ran from his hiding place back toward the city. He would not collect his 
payment and he would be lucky to leave Minas Tirith with his life he was sure. 
The Steward would not be pleased he had failed his mission. 

Finding himself unable to drag his eyes away from his lover long enough to 
even look toward the forest, Haldir rolled them both over and gently lay Faramir 
on the ground. "It’s alright, seron vell," he whispered. "I will get you to the 
healers. Please, just hold on. Please, meleth." Sliding his hands underneath 
Faramir's shoulders and legs, he suddenly smelled the faint odor of something 
sickly sweet coming from the wound. //The arrow is poisoned! I cannot leave it 
in!// "Avosto, Gûren (do not worry, my heart), I won’t let you stay in this 
darkness." 

Praying that Faramir could not feel any more pain, Haldir took a deep breath 
and blinked back his tears. With shaking hands, he quickly pulled the arrow 
from his lover’s body and removed his own tunic to stop the bleeding. He bound 
the wound as best he could and pressed a gentle kiss to Faramir’s brow. Lifting 
his lover from the ground as carefully as he could, he ran to the Houses of 
Healing, his voice raised high, pleading for someone to help him. As he finally 
entered the House moments later, he was panicked as he'd never been before, 
and several healers rushed to his side as he laid Faramir on the nearest bed. The 
healers were shocked and dismayed to find their steward's son lying helpless 
and bleeding, and the frantic Elf clutching at his hand, words they could not 
understand falling from his lips. 

Eriaris, the chief healer, rushed into the room to take in the sight before him. 
The Steward's youngest son, whom he had treated on many occasions, lay pale 
and bleeding from an arrow wound and a distraught Elf was at his side. Tilting 
his head to the side, he pushed up his sleeves and moved past the other healers. 
"Stop tittering about and make yourselves useful. Get his tunic off!" he shouted 
getting the others to move. He stepped up to the bed beside the Elf and looked 
down at him clutching Faramir's hand. "You will need to move aside, Master 
Elf," he said his tone softening as he spoke since the Elf was clearly upset. 

Haldir started to protest, but saw the kindly look in the healer's eyes, and knew 
he was only trying to help. Nodding silently, he gave Faramir's hand one final, 
gentle squeeze and took a step back, his gaze locking with Eriaris' for a split 
second. "Please," he whispered brokenly to the elderly healer. "Please, just don't 
let him die."

Eriaris smiled as he moved forward and laid his hand on the Elf's shoulder for a 
moment, "I will do what I can, you can stay if you wish, but please stay back," 
he said softly before moving forward again and seated himself beside the young 
man while the other healers worked to cut away the soiled tunic. He knew from 
the pale countenance and the scent of the wound the arrow had been poisoned. 
He began giving orders to the others to bring him herbs to counteract the poison 
and hoped they would be able to save the young lord. Faramir had always been 
incredibly resilient over the years, healing faster than anyone he had ever seen, 
and he hoped that would hold true this time. "Stay with us, boy," he whispered 
laying his hand on the young man's forehead and then setting to work as the Elf 
behind him watched through tear-filled eyes and continued to speak softly, 
though the old healer was sure Faramir could no longer hear him.

Haldir felt tears streaming down his face, but couldn't be bothered to wipe them 
away. //Please, Faramir, please wake up. Please don't leave me. I’ve only just 
found you!// He tried to stay away, but almost without noticing, he worked his 
way to the other side of the bed, and snaked his hand between the healers to 
wrap his fingers around Faramir's. //I’m right here, seron vell. I won’t leave 
you.//

Eriaris continued to work and looked up at the Elf who had moved to the other 
side of the bed. "The wound is not that bad, as I'm sure you know it's the poison. 
There isn't much else we can do now except wait and try and help his body fight 
it. He is a strong one, though," he said with obvious fondness. Some of the other 
healers left the room, and one returned with a nightshirt. Eriaris stepped back 
washing his hands in a basin and waited until the young man was tucked into 
the bed, the Elf's eyes not leaving him. "You may stay, but he will sleep for 
sometime I think," he said drying his hands and sitting back down to check that 
jostling the patient hadn't made things worse. 

"Hannon len," Haldir said softly, as he moved to sit on the side of the bed and 
renewed his grip on Faramir's hand. Realizing that the healer probably didn’t 
know Elvish, he glanced at him briefly. "Thank you. I will not let him go….I 
cannot." Turning back toward his lover, Haldir's free hand gently brushed the 
hair back from Faramir's forehead. "Please, seron vell. Avo guithon uchen. You 
must come back to me."

Eriaris nodded and walked to the door. Giving one last glance at his patient, he 
stepped into the hall and shut the door, moving to another patient’s room. 

Faramir slept for many hours but sometime after sundown he began to stir 
restlessly on the bed, his hand clutching and releasing Haldir's. He had grown 
feverish, the healers had come, and gone many times replacing bandages and 
poultices. They had assured Haldir that the fever was a good sign. That his body 
was working to rid itself of the poison. They brought fresh bowls of cool water 
and towels. 

Haldir refused all offers of food and drink, his face alternately showing fear for 
his lover's life, anger at whoever did this to him, and helplessness that he did not 
possess healing skills of his own. For hours, he placed cool cloths over 
Faramir's brow, and whispered softly to him until his voice was hoarse and 
nearly inaudible. Despite the healer's assurances, he was more afraid than he'd 
ever been in his life. 

As Faramir began to move restlessly, Haldir knew he wasn't getting the healing 
sleep he needed, despite appearances. He carefully climbed into the bed, 
moving Faramir's limp body as carefully as if it were made of glass, until his 
head rested over Haldir's heart. Wrapping one arm around his lover, he gently 
took one of his hands, and leaned up enough to gather his own golden hair and 
pull it to one side. Twining a large handful of his hair around Faramir's fingers 
exactly as Faramir did every night, Haldir kissed the top of his lover's head, and 
silver tears began once more to slide down his face. 

Eriaris opened the door to Faramir's room to check on him and found the sight 
before him perplexing. "What *are* you doing?" he asked incredulously at the 
sight of the Elf in bed with his patient. Then he realized that Faramir was no 
longer restlessly moving on the bed. Stepping closer, he put his hand against 
Faramir’s forehead, noting that he was still fevered, but that his breathing had 
evened out and he was truly resting. His dark eyes rose to meet those of the Elf's 
that were red from crying. He frowned and shook his head. "You are going to 
make yourself sick," he whispered softly. 

"I don’t care," Haldir answered, closing his eyes and burying his face in his 
lover's soft hair. "He has to wake up. I…I'm sorry I moved him but I had to. I 
was careful though. He wasn't resting. He…" He paused, taking a deep, shaking 
breath and looked up at Eriaris. "He doesn't sleep well unless he hears my heart 
beating. And the feel of my hair around his fingers soothes him. Please don’t 
ask me to leave. I cannot."

"I'm not going to ask you to leave," Eriaris said softly, shaking his head. He 
remembered when Faramir was young and sick with a fever for days, Boromir 
had crawled into the bed with him in a similar manner. It had always reminded 
him of kittens curling up together. He wished that the Elf would at least take 
some water, but he could tell from the look in his eyes that he would not be able 
to convince him. Instead, he checked the bandages and left the room once more, 
hoping that the young lord would awaken soon. He had already sent a 
messenger to Rohan, to inform Lord Boromir. He had learned over the years 
keeping such information from the young man's older brother was not a good 
idea. 

Haldir continued to whisper against Faramir's skin for hours. Even when his 
voice finally gave out, his lips still moved, determined to let his lover know that 
he was there, and would not leave him. He remembered the golden warmth that 
surrounded them as they made love, and he finally closed his eyes and tried to 
call that same warmth back, desperate for any connection, any way to reach his 
lover, as his words didn't seem to be helping. ~~Faramir. I need you. Come 
back to me, I beg of you. Please, seron vell, please. I cannot lose you. If you 
hear me, feel me…..if you love me at all, please try to come back to me.~~

Faramir struggled through the darkness trying to will himself to wake up. It was 
as if he was trapped underwater and he struggled against the weight pulling 
against him. He could feel the darkness tugging at him but at the same time 
could feel his lover calling to him, willing him back to the waking world. 
Steadily he found himself pushing against the darkness that tried to envelop him 
again and after some time his senses began to come back to him. Feeling had 
begun to spread through him slowly, starting at his fingers and toes, and slowly 
moving through him. He could hear Haldir's heartbeat strong and steady under 
his ear and he could feel his lover's warmth. Stirring slightly he tried to speak 
but the words would not come. ~~I am here my love. Please don't worry.~~

Haldir's eyes opened in surprise and he seemed to hear Faramir's voice coming 
to him from far away. ~~Seron vell? Please…please stay with me. I love you. 
Please, just come back and don't leave me again.~~ Tightening his arms around 
his lover, Haldir dared to hope this nightmare was over, and that hearing his 
lover speaking to him wasn't simply a dream. ~~It can't be a dream…it can't. I 
can *hear* you, meleth. I don't know how, but I can feel you, deep inside me.~~

Faramir could hear...no, feel… Haldir's words and smiled faintly. At first, he 
could not remember what was wrong, and then he remembered the arrow 
piercing him and the look of anguish on his lover's face. His fingers curled 
around Haldir's and he squeezed them softly. He was still weak but he felt 
stronger just from the mere presence of his lover. ~~I love you too...I am here. I 
won't leave you.~~ 

Haldir's tears turned from tears of fear to ones of relief and he gently squeezed 
his lover's fingers in return. ~~I thought I'd lost you. Rest, my love. Rest and 
heal. I will keep you safe.~~ 

As one of the healers walked back into the room, Haldir gave him an exhausted 
smile - the first smile he'd worn in many hours. "He’s coming back," he 
whispered hoarsely. "I can feel him again."

The healer smiled and rushed out of the room to find Eriaris, and give him the 
news. Soon, the dark haired man appeared in the doorway, wearing a bright 
smile. "Well...this one is always surprising me with his strength. Never seen 
anything like it," he whispered to Haldir shaking his head. "Now, will you 
accept some tea at least, and take some rest yourself?" he asked softly, as he 
moved closer and checked on the patient. He could see a faint smile upon the 
young man's face, and his color was coming back though his cheeks were still 
slightly flushed. He pulled the covers closer around the two and patted the Elf's 
shoulder softly. He knew that he had been distraught about Faramir's condition, 
and though the Steward had given him a through tongue-lashing about allowing 
him to be there with his son he had ignored him. The Steward seemed further 
inflamed when he said that the Elf's presence was helping not hindering 
Faramir's healing. Instead of asking to see his son, the man had simply stormed 
away, leaving Eriaris wondering why the man even bothered coming down in 
the first place. He never visited Faramir, even when he was a sick child.

Haldir nodded weakly at the healer and he closed his eyes. Weakness and 
exhaustion plowed over him, and he found he could barely keep his eyes open. 
"I will rest now," he whispered, gently pulling Faramir closer, “and take some 
tea with Faramir when he awakes. Thank you for helping him. Thank you for 
helping bring him back to me. He’ll be fine now. I can hear him. 
He's…..resting…" His words trailed off and he fell into a deep sleep, though a 
small part of him remained alert and watchful over his lover, and he stirred 
every time Faramir moved. 

Eriaris smiled as the Elf finally drifted off to sleep and looked at the two of 
them with fondness. Obviously, Faramir had chosen very well. The Elf clearly 
loved him with all that he was. That was a hard thing to come by in these times. 
Leaving the room quietly, he asked that the couple not be disturbed for some 
hours.
------------------

Faramir shifted slightly in his sleep and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The 
memory of being shot spilled through his mind and he moved again trying to 
push the thoughts away, not willing to deal with them right now. In doing so he 
snuggled closer to his lover who he could feel next to him, could hear his 
heartbeat steady and strong under his ear and he found himself smiling despite 
the pain in his shoulder. Raising his head up slightly he looked up to see Haldir 
looking down at him with an _expression that spoke of love, worry, and relief.  

Faramir tried to speak but had to clear his throat. His voice was weak and he 
could manage little more than a whisper, "You stayed," he said blinking back 
the tears that threatened to overwhelm him. He did not know how long he had 
been unconscious but Haldir had stayed with him. He remembered feeling him 
near, feeling him calling to him to come back.  

Haldir's hand rose to let his fingers card through Faramir's hair and he smiled, 
relieved beyond words to be able to once again gaze into his lover's eyes. "Of 
course I stayed," he said softly. "I will always stay with you, meleth." Closing 
his eyes and fighting back a sob, he gently pulled Faramir closer, careful not to 
hurt him. His voice caught in his throat and he took a deep, shaking breath. "I 
thought I'd lost you," he whispered brokenly. 

"Don't, love," Faramir whispered hearing his lover struggling against tears. "I’m 
here, you didn't lose me," he whispered softly feeling the tears that had gathered 
there before slip down his cheeks. "I was so worried about you. I thought they 
would come back...would...would harm you while you were distracted with 
me," he whispered. Before he had collapsed the last thing he saw was the 
anguish in Haldir's eyes and he had worried that whomever had attacked would 
be back, would hurt or kill Haldir while he was distracted with Faramir. He had 
seen the attacker run away but he could have doubled back easily enough. 
Burying his face in his lover's neck his tears slipped onto perfect smooth skin 
and he closed his eyes.

Haldir had thought he had no tears left in him, but as he felt the warmth of his 
lover's tears, his own trailed down to mingle with Faramir's. "I couldn't think," 
he shuddered. "If it had been anyone else lying there hurt, I would have killed 
the one who had let lose the arrow. But all I could think to do was get you some 
help, to make sure you didn't leave me." His arms tightened around Faramir and 
he shivered. "Your eyes were closed...they looked at me for only a moment, and 
I saw so much pain...then you were gone, and I could not reach you. I have 
never been so terrified in my life. That arrow....Faramir, that arrow was meant 
for me. I would give anything if had pierced me instead of you. It was covered 
in poison....You could have been killed, seron vell. And I would have found a 
way to follow you." 

Drawing back Faramir looked into his lover's eyes. Thinking back he nodded 
the arrow had been meant for Haldir but why? He didn't understand why anyone 
would try and kill Haldir only to miss and hit him but then not return to finish 
them both. It didn't make sense, he had intended to mention that to Haldir but 
his next words caused his heart to constrict in his chest. Fresh tears began to 
streak his face as Haldir said that he would have found a way to follow him. 
"No...please don't say that. Please don't. I could not bear the thought of me 
being the reason for your death. I could not."  

Haldir gently brushed away Faramir's tears as he stared into shimmering blue 
eyes. "Did you hear me while you were asleep, seron vell?" he said softly. "I 
said I would not live without you. I meant that. You would not be the reason for 
my death - the coward who wounded you would have killed me as surely has he 
had killed you. The only difference would be that my death was by my own 
hand." Seeing the tears in his lover's eyes begin anew, Haldir leaned forward 
and pressed his lips softly against Faramir's. "But you are alive, melethen. You 
are alive, no thanks to me. I promised to protect you, and I am the very reason 
you were hurt!" 

"I did hear you, I don't know how but...I *felt* you as well as heard you. I don't 
understand it, but I knew you were with me. I could feel your love surrounding 
me, and calling me back from the darkness," he said squeezing Haldir's hand 
tightly. Gazing into his lover's eyes he shook his head," And no, you did not 
break your promise, you didn't promise to protect me from walking into arrows 
from anonymous strangers in the woods, love," he said attempting to smile. 
"You did nothing wrong, it is the life we lead. I do think that perhaps someone 
was trying to make sure there would be no alliance between Gondor and Lorien 
though," he said resting his head against Haldir's shoulder. It was the only 
reason Faramir could think of that someone would try and kill Haldir. "It was a 
man of Gondor, of that I'm sure, I saw him running away. He realized he 
accidentally hit the Steward's son, and fled instead of finishing the job. That is 
the only logical reason for it," he said softly his mind starting to work at the 
mystery. He shrugged slightly forgetting his injury and winced. "Perhaps I need 
to stop thinking," he said laughing softly at himself.  

Letting his hands run up and down his lover's arms, Haldir pulled the blanket 
over them both and sighed. The last hours had been the most trying he'd ever 
experienced in all his long years and he was still exhausted but he knew that 
what he felt was nothing compared to what Faramir must have been feeling. 
"Yes, seron vell, please...do not think on it anymore. We will figure this out 
after you have healed." 

Haldir lay still, holding Faramir in a comforting embrace and his mind drifted 
back over his lover's words. //I could feel your love surrounding me, and calling 
me back from the darkness. He *felt* me reaching out to him, heard me calling 
him back. Even more, this convinces me that our faers are as one. But that is 
*not* possible.// He felt as if he were already bound to Faramir, even though 
there had been no formal ceremony, and in truth, he had not even asked. //He 
may not wish to participate in a bonding ceremony. Why should he? He may be 
content to live as we are now - in a committed relationship, but with no formal 
bonds. Or is he? I know that I cannot live without him. If there had been the 
slightest doubt before as to my decision to live out my life as a man or an Elf, 
my mind is made up now.// Haldir knew he must speak with Lord Celeborn 
before he made his final decision, but that didn’t mean that he and Faramir 
could not bond, if Faramir would grant him that honor. // If only I knew for sure 
what he wants. If he would be willing to promise me forever, and bind himself 
to me, forsaking all others.// 

Faramir snuggled closer to Haldir and closed his eyes, "Just want to sleep here 
next to you," he murmured sleepily. His body was still weak and he just wanted 
to go back to sleep being held by the one who loved him and who he loved more 
than life itself. //I do not deserve such love and devotion. Just the thought that 
Haldir would end his life to follow me into the unknown of death breaks my 
heart. I cannot allow him to do that, to choose that fate. I cannot let him forsake 
his life for one such as mine. I am not worthy of his love, and I am certainly not 
worthy of such a gesture of finality. I wish to be with him, want to love him 
until I draw my last breath, but if that means he will follow me I don't know if I 
can allow that. //His head ached from the thoughts, and his body ached. //Just 
love him now, and rest. We can talk about all this later. Right now I just want to 
feel his arms around me until the day comes that I can no longer have that 
honor.// 

Haldir took Faramir's hand and again wound his hair through his lover's fingers, 
hoping to bring him a measure of comfort. "Sleep, seron vell," he said softy, 
pressing a kiss to Faramir's forehead. "I will be here when you awake." Unable 
to stop the mental image of his beloved captain lying in the bed, wounded and 
unconscious, he shivered. "I love you, Faramir," he whispered. //And I cannot 
live without you. It's not that I refuse to.....it's that I don’t think I can. Whether 
you know it or not...whether you *want* it or not, we are as one. I don't know 
how it happened - in fact, I don't see how it *could* have happened, but I am 
convinced that our faers have recognized each other - that they are finally 
whole, only when they ....when *we* are together. I can only hope you will 
accept that one day...that you *want* that.//  

Pulling his love closer, Haldir watched him as he drifted to sleep, smiling when 
Faramir gave a content sigh and moved his ear directly over Haldir's heart. //I 
love you so much, my lovely one. I hope you know that.// 

---------------

It had been three days since Faramir had been injured, and though he’d healed 
remarkably well, he was still quite weak, and Haldir had steadfastly refused to 
let him out of his sight. They had curled up in a large chair on the balcony with 
a thick blanket wrapped around them, and watched the sun set. Haldir had 
smiled softly as Faramir had unconsciously shifted to his usual position with 
one ear over Haldir’s heart, and his hand automatically losing itself his hair, and 
the Silvan Elf’s smile had only grown wider as he watched his love drift off to 
sleep. As Faramir breathed deeply and relaxed against him, Haldir held him 
close with one arm as the other feathered lightly over his lover’s face. 
“Melithon chen uireb, seron vell,(I will love you forever)” he whispered. “I 
would give you the moon and stars if you were to ask it of me.” 

Boromir had left Eriaris at the Houses of Healing and made his way quickly 
upstairs, ignoring people as they tried to speak to him. He wanted to speak to 
Faramir, particularly about this Elf, who Eriaris had told him about. Haldir. He 
had argued with the healer, asked him why he had allowed him to stay and 
Eriaris simply shrugged and said because it seemed to soothe his brother when 
the Elf was near, and that the Elf was very distraught. Boromir's frown grew 
deeper as he neared Faramir's room. Without bothering to knock, he shoved the 
door open, and had meant to shout his brother's name, ask him why an Elf was 
living in his room, but his words hung in his throat as he blinked in shock at the 
sight before him. Seeing that Faramir was asleep, he was glad he hadn't shouted. 
He attempted to glare at the Elf for a moment, but found he could only blink as 
he stood watching them. Faramir was curled in his lap and his head was resting 
against the blond's chest, his hand wrapped in the long golden locks. 

Boromir stared at the pair but found he did not wish to wake his brother. Eriaris 
had told him the extent of his injury, the poison, and the fever that had followed. 
Closing the door softly, he crossed to the balcony and paused, still watching 
them. "So, you are Haldir," he spoke softly not wishing to wake the sleeping 
man in the Elf's arms. He wanted to demand him to leave but that was not 
possible in the current situation. Boromir was angry and wanted an explanation 
but he would not disturb his brother's rest. His heart ached seeing him curled 
close to the Elf, he looked so...vulnerable in sleep. Then again, Faramir's eyes 
always had held a sad vulnerability on their own.  

Haldir’s eyes rose up to meet Boromir’s and he nodded. “Yes,” he answered just 
as softly, so as not to wake his lover. “I am. And you must be Boromir. Faramir 
has told me much about you. He is very proud of you, as I’m sure you know.” 

Boromir's frown softened as Haldir spoke and he looked at his brother's face, so 
peaceful in sleep. "And I am proud of him," he said softly, as he leaned against 
the balcony railing. "I came home as soon as I heard...the healers say he will be 
all right," Boromir said, relaxing slightly, even though his eyes kept flickering 
back to the Elf cautiously. Obviously, Faramir trusted him...but should he? 
Father had never trusted the Elves for some reason Boromir did not quite 
understand, but he must have good reason. He wondered about the nature of 
their relationship. They certainly *seemed* more than friends, and by what 
Eriaris had said the rumors were that they were lovers. Boromir's frown 
returned when he thought of that. Faramir was an adult but he was still young, 
and Gods only knew how old the Elf was. 

“Yes,” Haldir smiled. “Thank the Valar, he has healed quickly. For a while…” 
his voice choked in this throat and he blinked back tears at the memory. “For a 
while, they were not sure he would awake.” Swallowing back the lump in his 
throat, he unconsciously held his lover closer. He was quite sure Faramir’s 
brother would have no respect for him in the least if he continued to show his 
emotions so freely, but where Faramir was concerned, he couldn’t seem to help 
it. Looking back up at Boromir, Haldir could sense that the young man wasn’t 
quite sure what to make of him anyway. Clearing his throat softly, he gave 
Boromir a weak smile. “Your brother is strong." 

Boromir was shocked to hear and see the emotions that the Elf displayed. He 
swallowed and looked away at the landscape. "He is strong, he doesn't know it 
or think it, but he is," he said softly not understanding why he had said the 
words to Haldir. He took a deep breath and released it grateful that his brother 
was all right. "They said you were with him when it happened," he said turning 
back to regard Haldir, who was watching him as closely as Boromir had been 
watching him. 

Haldir’s eyes clouded and his face flushed with anger. “I was,” he said in a low 
voice. //He will ask me to leave now, knowing that I am the cause of his 
brother’s pain. And I cannot blame him…Faramir deserves no less. But he 
needs me…almost as much as I need him.// Haldir’s eyes were pleading as he 
met Boromir’s gaze. “The arrow that hit him….it was meant for me. Faramir 
pushed me out of the way, and the arrow struck him instead.” The anger seemed 
to drain out of him as quickly as it had gathered and he released a breath he 
hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I would have given my life to keep him 
from a moment’s pain, yet I am the reason he was wounded. I don't know why 
this happened. I know of no enemies I have made here in your fair city, and the 
arrow did not belong to an Elf or an orc. I know this won't endear me to you, 
Boromir, but let me say this. If they had shot me, I would have sought them and 
challenged them. As they wounded Faramir instead, I will hunt them down and 
kill them.” 

Boromir listened closely as Haldir relayed the story, feeling first anger flash 
through him at his brother's carelessness and then realizing he must care deeply 
for the Elf if he moved to protect him in such a manner. As he listened, he noted 
the anger and remorse in Haldir's voice. Boromir lifted his eyes to meet the Elf's 
as he said the last, hearing the steel in his voice and heeding the look in the 
bright blue eyes. "That is a task I will gladly stand beside you on," he said 
firmly. "How long....how long have you and...I do not know how to ask this," he 
said dropping his eyes to the floor. "I don't know what I want to ask. Part of me 
wants to ask you to leave I will not lie to you, but I..." his words stopped as 
Faramir's voice spoke softly.  

"Boromir?" the sleepy voice asked and immediately Boromir stepped forward 
smiling, as his brother looked up at him and gave a soft smile. "You came 
home?" he asked looking up at his brother and smiling wider and then looked at 
Haldir. "I suppose you two have already met then?" 

Haldir placed a soft kiss on Faramir’s forehead and returned his smile, hoping 
his lover hadn’t heard Boromir’s last words. //’Part of me wants to ask you to 
leave.’ I can fight anyone but you Boromir. It would hurt Faramir too much for 
you and I to be enemies. Please give me a chance, I beg of you.// Rubbing 
Faramir’s back gently underneath the blanket, Haldir noticed the look of 
happiness in his lover’s eyes knowing that his brother was back in Gondor. The 
brothers were close, that much was obvious, and he wasn’t about to let any 
cross words be exchanged with Faramir in the room. “We met moments ago, 
seron vell,” he said softly. He could still see the way Boromir was studying him, 
and almost felt the man’s green eyes pushing him from the room, desperate to 
speak to his brother alone. Haldir’s fingers brushed Faramir’s hair back from his 
forehead and he studied his lover’s face. “Would you like me to leave and give 
you time alone with your brother?” 

"No," Faramir said softly and shaking his head for emphasis. "No, you stay right 
here," he said almost sounding somewhat childish but he did not want Haldir to 
leave. Sitting up slightly he looked up at Boromir, "This is Haldir's room now," 
he said firmly almost daring his brother to question him.  

Boromir's mouth opened to speak but he snapped it back quickly and shook his 
head. "Since my brother does not wish you to leave, I am sorry but I have to ask 
why Faramir? Why him? What...what could possibly drive you to invite this Elf 
to share your room?" Boromir asked bristling slightly. He needed to know if 
Faramir truly loved Haldir...and he desperately needed to know if Haldir loved 
him. It was uncommon for a man and an Elf to become close friends, let 
alone...lovers. 

Haldir struggled to stay silent at Boromir’s words, but he was determined not to 
fight with him. An argument with Faramir’s beloved brother would do nothing 
more than put Faramir in an impossible position….or at least a position of 
having to chose between his family and his lover – and Haldir refused to put 
him through that. His arm tightened around Faramir and he felt his entire body 
trembling with suppressed anger as his free hand wrapped around his lover’s. 
//Think of Faramir. Your pride means nothing, if to keep it you must hurt 
Faramir!// Avoiding both Faramir’s and Boromir’s eyes, Haldir bit his lip and 
looked down, concentrating on their entwined hands, keeping his breathing slow 
and steady. 

Faramir looked up at his brother defiantly and he said one word strongly and 
with finality, "Love." 

Boromir's eyes widened slightly and he shook his head.  "Love? That is all you 
can say? You love him?" he asked and then slumped back against the railing, as 
he saw the truth in his brother's blue eyes. Taking a deep breath and running his 
hand over his face, Boromir looked up at the pair. "Do you love my brother?" he 
asked looking into Haldir's eyes searching them for any hint of deception. 

Haldir looked up at Boromir for a moment and tilted his head. “Boromir, I have 
lived for thousands of years, traveled for many centuries, and thought I had 
experienced all there was to experience on Arda,” he said quietly. “And with 
one look into your brother’s eyes, I knew that I had only existed – not lived – 
and that I would not know true, pure love until I was held in his embrace. I do 
love him. I love him more than I ever thought possible to love anyone or 
anything. We are more than lovers – we are two parts that fit perfectly together 
to make one soul.” His voice was strong and his eyes never wavered as he 
spoke. “Does that answer your question?”

Boromir watched Haldir closely as he spoke and noticed Faramir turning to 
gaze at his lover, a smile spreading across his face. Boromir nodded, "More than 
answers it," he said softly his eyes drifting from Haldir to his brother who was 
gazing adoringly at the Elf. Hanging his head, he looked down at the floor and 
laughed softly to himself. //Love. Faramir has not had enough of that in his life, 
who am I to deny him this?//

As Haldir had spoken, Faramir had turned his attention from Boromir to his 
lover, watching him as he spoke and unable to keep a smile from spreading 
across his face. Not caring if Boromir objected or not, Faramir leaned forward 
and pressed his lips to Haldir's. "I love you more than I ever thought possible 
too," he whispered softly. "You are the reason I'm here now," he said softly 
before turning to look at Boromir.  

"If you still question how we feel, I want you to know that Haldir is the reason I 
am alive now. It was he, who brought me back in the Houses, not the healers. It 
was his voice, his presence that helped me find my way back," Faramir said 
softly watching his brother's green eyes and feeling his heart lurch in his chest 
as he saw them cloud with pain.  

Boromir nodded, unable to trust his voice and after a moment he looked at 
Haldir and whispered, "Thank you." 

Haldir nodded at Faramir’s brother and gave him a tentative smile. “I could not 
let him go,” he whispered. “We have a….a connection that I cannot explain, 
Boromir. It’s beautiful and warm and golden, and unlike anything I have ever 
felt in my life. That connection is what allowed me to call to him. It’s what kept 
me….rather, kept *us* from losing him.” Releasing Faramir’s hand, Haldir 
looked away from Boromir and wrapped both arms carefully around his lover, 
holding him close. “It was like a nightmare…….and I couldn’t wake up. Then I 
heard him calling to me…telling me not to worry. “ Pressing a kiss to Faramir’s 
lips, Haldir closed his eyes and sighed. “Only Faramir….he could not move or 
talk, yet he was worried about me!” 

Boromir listened to Haldir speak and felt his heart constrict in his chest. //How 
is that possible?// He had never heard of such a thing in his life. He remembered 
bits of pieces of Mithrandir's ramblings about Elves when he was a child but he 
had not paid much attention to them, though Faramir had. Shaking his head, he 
listened and then laughed softly, "That certainly sounds like him. He could be in 
the worst possible pain yet he would worry about another. He has done that to 
me before. We were in the stables and one of the horses spooked. I was pushed 
against a railing but he fell off his horse and broke his arm. I was so frightened, 
I carried him all the way up here, and he was fussing at me the whole way 
because I had a tiny cut on my arm." 

Faramir laughed, "It was NOT a tiny cut," he argued shaking his head. 

Boromir chuckled and pointed at Faramir, "See," he grinned raising an eyebrow 
at Haldir. 

Haldir finally relaxed and laughed with Faramir and his brother. //Maybe he will 
give me a chance?// “As I’m sure you know, Boromir,” he grinned, “your 
brother is the gentlest, kindest, most compassionate, most amazing creature on 
the face of Arda. Not to mention strong and handsome and stubborn, 
and….well, I’m sure you know. You have been lucky enough to have had him 
in your life for all these years. I have known him for far less time, but I feel 
incredibly honored that he would give me a second glance, let alone share his 
heart with me. I feel as if I am the luckiest being on Arda.” 

Faramir's heart seemed to swell in his chest as Haldir spoke and he held his 
hand tightly feeling a blush creep over his face. He smiled as he called him 
stubborn, and his smile grew even more as he spoke of being lucky. It was he 
who was the lucky one, in his opinion. 

Boromir found himself smiling as Haldir spoke, his doubts fading quickly about 
the Elf's relationship with his beloved brother. "He is all of that, especially the 
stubborn," he grinned earning him a dirty look from Faramir. Laughing softly, 
he stepped forward and placed his hand on Faramir's cheek. "I was the one 
worried this time, little one," he said softly using the pet name he had always 
called Faramir when they were children. "I'll leave you to rest, I've ridden hard 
for three days and I dare say I smell more like horseflesh than my horse does," 
he said smiling. Placing his hand gently on Haldir's shoulder he squeezed softly. 
"Perhaps I will see you both at dinner," he said before moving back into 
Faramir's room and headed for the door. He was satisfied by what the two of 
them had said...more so by what they did not say but what he could see. Turning 
to look back at them on the balcony, he smiled and pulled open the door to find 
his own chamber and a much needed bath. 

Faramir said goodbye to his brother, thankful that he had accepted Haldir. 
Resting his head back against his lover's shoulder he closed his eyes and 
breathed in the fresh air of the evening. 

Haldir sagged in relief and his eyes sparkled as he looked at Faramir. “Maybe 
your brother does not hate me,” he grinned as he leaned down and buried his 
face in Faramir’s hair. “I was so afraid he would convince you to find someone 
else, but he seems to approve now.” He kissed a slow trail over his lover’s face 
and buried his face in Faramir’s neck, where he snaked his tongue out and 
licked the smooth, warm skin. “I believe you are officially stuck with me, seron 
vell.” 

Faramir shook his head, "I told you he would question at first, but I know him. 
He just needed to see that you truly love me, I knew you would win him over," 
he said smiling happily. He shivered as Haldir's tongue moved across his skin, 
"I believe I do not have a problem with being officially stuck with you, my 
love," he said smiling. 

Haldir lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on Faramir’s lips. His tongue slowly 
licked along the seam, then gently pressed forward, leisurely exploring his 
lover’s mouth and letting his hands slide underneath his tunic to glide along 
strong muscles. “I love you, pen velui,” he whispered softly, pulling back to 
stare into mesmerizing blue eyes. “I honestly do love you with all my heart.”  

Faramir lost himself in his lover's kiss and lifted his hand to cradle Haldir's face 
tracing his thumb slowly across smooth soft skin. "And I love you, with all that 
I am. Forever, my love," he whispered in response smiling as they gazed into 
one another's eyes. Faramir's smile became more teasing and he whispered, "It 
has been three days since I was released...I have missed your touch," he said 
softly pressing his lips against Haldir's. 

Haldir closed his eyes and pulled Faramir closer, parting his lips and deepening 
the kiss. His hands slid underneath his lover’s tunic and trailed softly over his 
skin. When he finally pulled away to draw in a shaking breath, he looked into 
Faramir’s sparkling blue eyes. “And I’ve missed touching you,” he whispered.  

Smiling as tender touches moved over his skin, Faramir finally drew away and 
stood up offering his hand to Haldir. Silently they moved toward the bed, tender 
kisses and soft touches were shared as they moved. Wrapping his arm around 
Haldir's waist, he gazed into shimmering blue eyes as his fingers worked at the 
laces of his tunic. "You are so beautiful," he whispered as smooth skin was 
revealed and his fingertips traced a slow trail down his lover's chest. 

Haldir’s heart pounded in his chest as Faramir touched him so gently. “I think it 
is you who are beautiful, seron vell,” he whispered, shrugging out of his tunic as 
he placed soft kisses over Faramir’s neck. His own fingers began to quickly 
unlace his lover’s tunic and he carefully slid it to the floor, forgotten the 
moment it left his fingers. They had bathed together earlier, and Haldir had 
gently and carefully cleaned Faramir’s wound, then put only a very light 
dressing over it. Leaning down, he pressed his lips gently over the outer edges 
of the soft material, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip. “Beautiful, and 
perfect,” he continued moments later as he looked into his lover’s eyes, “and not 
completely healed as of yet.” Quickly untying Faramir’s breeches, he pushed 
them to the floor. “Lie back and let me take care of you?” he asked softly. “Will 
you do that for me, meleth?” 

Faramir closed his eyes and sunk his hands into silken locks, as soft kisses were 
lavished upon him. He felt his arousal brush against Haldir's thigh, causing his 
heart rate to increase. Haldir could so quickly and easily arouse him with just a 
look, a simple soft touch. Faramir shivered, as soft lips pressed against his 
shoulder around his bandages. "Yes, my love," he whispered. Lying down on 
the bed Faramir's eyes stayed locked with Haldir's, seeing the same love he felt, 
reflected back in their blue depths. 

Running his hand over his lover’s chest and stomach, Haldir smiled and slid his 
own breeches off with his free hand, then lay next to Faramir for another deep 
kiss. His wandering fingers trailed over smooth, warm skin, and finally came to 
rest just below Faramir’s navel, where the tip of his lover’s thick arousal 
brushed the back of his hand. Sighing into the kiss, his fingers wrapped around 
Faramir’s arousal and began to stroke him, the Silvan Elf’s own hips thrusting 
against his lover’s hip unconsciously. “My handsome captain,” Haldir breathed 
into the kiss, “how I love you.” 

As Haldir's gentle fingers moved over him, Faramir moaned softly and then 
simply melted into his lover's deep kiss. His entire body tensed, as strong 
fingers, stroking him slowly, enveloped his arousal. His own hand trailed down 
his lover's side just enjoying the feel of his love's warm skin against his 
fingertips. "I love you, so very much, Haldir," he whispered shakily against full 
kiss swollen lips before renewing their kiss again. After long moments he drew 
away, "Please...make love to me," he moaned softly, his body aching for more. 

Haldir’s entire body shivered with desire and felt his arousal twitch, thick fluid 
leaking out to gather on Faramir’s hip where he was still rubbing against him. 
“Patience, love,” he whispered as he sucked on warm skin, marking his lover, 
and reaching blindly behind him to find the jar of oil that was now a permanent 
fixture in Faramir’s room. His fingers sank deep into the thick salve and then 
moved to slide between his own legs. He pressed two slick fingers inside 
himself and began scissoring them, his low moans lost in the warmth of his 
lover’s neck as he pulled Faramir closer. “Please, meleth, I need to feel you 
inside of me,” he murmured in a ragged, breathless voice. 

Faramir felt fire race through his veins as he watched his lover prepare himself. 
He closed his eyes for a moment, as a soft moan escaped his lips. His mind was 
clouded with emotions, want, need, lust, and love all intermingled within him, 
as he felt Haldir's body slide against his own. Faramir's arousal lay thick and 
heavy against his stomach, and he felt it twitch with each soft gasp from his 
lover. "Gods, I want you so much," he moaned brokenly as his own fingers 
worked between their bodies to grasp his lover's hard shaft his thumb spreading 
the slick fluid gathered at the tip. 

Haldir’s body arched into Faramir’s, and he gasped as his lover wrapped his 
fingers around his aching arousal. Pulling his own fingers from his entrance, he 
moved to straddle his lover’s hips, his breath hitching each time the fingers 
around his cock ran over the tip. He leaned forward to kiss Faramir deeply, his 
hips still thrusting into his lover’s grasp for long moments, knowing he could 
easily come undone from the kiss and Faramir’s sweet touch alone. Finally, he 
pulled back, feeling the thick and swollen head of Faramir’s shaft resting 
against his entrance. He lifted his upper body enough to stare down at his lover, 
then slowly pressed back, feeling the rigid organ pushing past the tight guardian 
muscle and sliding in deeper. Continuing to press down, he moaned low in his 
throat, not stopping until he was fully impaled. “Gods, love,” he gasped, closing 
his eyes and waiting for his body to adjust.  

Haldir's kisses were like heaven and Faramir watched entranced as Haldir 
moved, his sleek muscles rippling beneath smooth skin. He moaned deeply as 
his lover slowly impaled himself on his aching shaft. Staring up into beautiful 
blue eyes, his hands rested at his lover's hips holding him tightly and fighting 
the urge to thrust up into the tight channel surrounding him. "So tight," he 
gasped trying to keep control. Already he was on the verge of coming undone 
and he bit his lip in concentration. Haldir kissed him softly and he began to 
thrust up into the tight heat gently his body and soul reaching out to his lover. 

As Faramir moved deep within him, Haldir’s body rose and fell, meeting each 
thrust with a low moan as his hands clutched at the sheets beneath them. His 
lover’s thick shaft stretched and filled him again and again, the tip nudging the 
sensitive bundle of nerves hidden inside with each inward thrust. He leaned 
forward, and his golden hair fell in thick curtains on each side, blocking out 
everything else, leaving no one in all of Arda except the two of them. Reaching 
between them, he wrapped his fingers around his own arousal and squeezed, 
feeling his release getting inexorably closer with each thrust. 

Faramir moaned softly as Haldir leaned over him, watching the fading light of 
evening dance in shining hair. One hand moved from his hip, to pull his lover's 
lips against his own, in a deep kiss while the other hand, joined his lover's over 
the hard length trapped between them. Thrusting up, into the tight channel while 
his tongue moved against Haldir's in a mimic of what their bodies were doing, 
he felt himself nearing the edge. Drawing away for breath, he watched lust 
darkened eyes and yet again felt as if the very air around them had thickened 
and surrounded them in a warm blanket. "I love you," he cried out thrusting 
deep his release spilling deep within the clenching passage. 
 
Feeling the warmth of his lover’s release pulsing inside him, Haldir’s fingers 
tangled with Faramir’s and slid down his own length as he moaned, his release 
bursting from his body and covering his lover’s chest and stomach. When they 
were joined like this, it always felt perfect and beautiful, and more pure then 
anything he’d ever known. Even the golden warmth that seemed to surround 
them at their moment of release was more of a comfort than surprise now, and 
he smiled as he felt it surround them once again, then slowly begin to dissipate. 
Unmindful of the mess, he gently lowered himself to lie on top of Faramir, and 
placed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, heart of my heart,” he whispered, 
sliding his arms underneath his lover and holding him close. “You will never 
know how much.” 

The feeling of Haldir's release against his skin made Faramir moan softly, 
completely enthralled by the look of pleasure and love on his lover's face. 
Faramir smiled happily as Haldir lay against him and nodded, "My heart is 
yours, *I* am yours completely," he whispered, trailing his fingers through soft 
golden hair. His heart beat rapidly within his chest and he pressed a soft kiss 
against Haldir's neck. "You make me feel so many things, but above all you 
make me feel loved...feel...cherished," he said pressing a tender kiss against his 
lover's cheek. Haldir was his one true love, the love he had read about in stories, 
a love that would last an eternity and beyond. 

Haldir sighed as Faramir’s spent arousal slid from his body, then moved to lie 
beside his lover. He leaned up on one elbow and smiled. “Seron vell, you are 
more cherished than you know,” he whispered, lifting his free hand up to cup 
Faramir’s face. His thumb trailed over his love’s lips and he knew he could 
never, ever get enough of that beautiful smile. //He has never been loved, truly 
loved, by anyone but his brother, but that has changed now. I can never let him 
go.// “I promise you, my love, I will love and adore and cherish beyond all 
measure for eternity. You will never know what it’s like *not* to be loved by 
me.” 

Faramir pressed his lips forward against the thumb trailing over it and then 
smiled again. "Just as I will love and cherish you," he said softly. Nuzzling 
against Haldir's neck, he breathed in his scent and released a contented sigh. "I 
slept most of the afternoon, but you have tired me out again," he smiled. His 
body was still weak from his injury and he became tired very easily the last 
several days. Wrapping his arms tight around his lover, he felt his body 
relaxing. "I know you may not be tired...but...will you hold me again while I 
sleep?" he asked softly. 

Haldir placed a soft kiss to his lover’s forehead and slid one arm underneath his 
head, pulling him closer. “I would love nothing more,” he whispered. Realizing 
that the room was growing cool, he pulled the blanket over them both, cleaning 
his lover with one corner and sliding underneath the sheets. He automatically 
reached behind himself and pulled a lock of hair over his shoulder, laying it 
over Faramir’s fingers and giving a content sigh. “Rest, meleth,” he whispered. 
“Wake me if you need anything at all.” 

Faramir smiled as Haldir laid a lock of hair against his fingers and curled them 
around it, loving the way the silken threads felt against his skin. Shifting 
positions until his head lay over his lover's heart, he snuggled closer and closed 
his eyes. He did not understand why he had taken to doing those things, needing 
to hear his lover's heartbeat as he slept but he did. He vaguely wondered how he 
would ever sleep again on a mission or when they parted so that Haldir could go 
back to Lorien. Shutting out the sad thoughts he released a soft breath, "Love 
you," he murmured sleepily just before he drifted off dreaming of soft golden 
hair and stunning blue eyes. 

Haldir’s eyes fell shut and he ran a soothing hand over his lover’s back as he 
relaxed against him. “Melin chen (I love you),” he whispered softly, unsure 
whether or not Faramir was still awake enough to hear him, but hoping that he 
at least *felt* how loved and safe he was in Haldir’s arms. //I do not wish to 
leave you, seron vell, even to return to Lorien. Even though your brother is 
back, I cannot bring myself to leave just yet.// With a soft sigh, Haldir watched 
his lover’s peaceful face, thankful that at least his first meeting with Boromir 
had not ended badly, and hoping that Faramir’s older brother would welcome 
him into their family one day. 

~~~

Haldir’s arm rested snugly around Faramir’s waist as he leaned in to place a soft 
kiss on his temple.  He had refused to leave Faramir’s side and had moved into 
his room at the Houses of Healing until he’d been released, and they’d only 
returned to their room four days previously.  Except for Boromir’s visit, well-
wishers had been kept at a minimum, and Haldir wasn’t surprised in the least 
that Denethor hadn’t stopped by even once to check on Faramir’s progress.  
Keeping a close eye on his lover, he led him underneath a large shade tree and 
gently brushed the hair back from his forehead.  “You look tired, love,” he said 
softly.  “Maybe we should rest a while?”

Faramir smiled gratefully and nodded, "Yes, I'm still a little weak I think," he 
agreed. He still had not fully recovered, but he was doing much better than he 
had in previous days. The sun and fresh air had felt good, but he was more than 
grateful for Haldir's offer to rest. Haldir helped him sit down on the soft grass 
and he smiled up at his lover as he lowered himself beside him, leaning against 
the large tree trunk. Faramir tangled his fingers with Haldir's and brought them 
to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. "Thank you for suggesting this 
walk though, the fresh air has done wonders I think," he said softly.

“I hoped it would,” Haldir smiled, “but I don’t want you to get too tired.  
You’ve healed remarkably quickly, but I’m going to see that you get a lot of rest 
and enough time to heal.  I’m not taking any chances on a relapse.”  Wrapping 
his arms around his lover, Haldir held him gently and buried his face in soft 
hair.  “Besides, I love taking care of you, melethen, even though you’ve 
probably been ready to kick me out the door a few times over the past few 
days.”

Faramir laughed softly, "Not at all, it has been wonderful being taken care of...I 
can honestly say that I don't ever recall ever liking being taken care of until 
now," he said smiling, as his arms wrapped around Haldir holding him close. He 
had never had anyone be as thoughtful or as caring as Haldir had been. After 
long moments, they drew apart slightly and Faramir brushed a soft kiss against 
Haldir's lips. "You are the reason I am getting well so quickly I think," he said 
softly.

Haldir shook his head sadly.  //No, seron vell. I am the reason you were hurt.//  
Closing his eyes, he tried to push away the memory of his lover pale and 
unresponsive in his arms hour after hour – a memory that was less than a week 
old and still made his stomach clench in knots.  Forcing a bright smile to his 
lips, he gazed into his lover’s eyes, losing himself as he always seemed to.  “Lie 
back and rest, love.  Then we can go back to our room and curl up on the 
balcony again and read until the sun sets if you like.”

Faramir noticed Haldir's eyes cloud with *something* before he closed them. 
He wondered what he had said that caused that look, but soon Haldir looked at 
him again and all he could see was love in the blue depths. "That sounds 
wonderful," he answered as he shifted slightly and lay down with is head in 
Haldir's lap. Closing his eyes, he smiled slightly and took a deep breath. "The 
healers say I should be able to start taking on some light duties soon. I haven't 
been bored, you've seen to that, but I have felt a little over indulged. You are 
spoiling me you know," he teased, opening one eye and reaching up to twist a 
lock of golden hair around his fingertip.

Resting one hand on Faramir’s stomach, Haldir chuckled.  “Over indulged?” he 
said softly, staring down into beloved blue eyes and letting a small, contented 
sigh escape as his lover played with his hair.  “Spoiled?  You’ve not seen 
anything yet, pen velui.  From now on, I am going to treat you exactly as you 
deserve to be treated– like the most precious gift in all of Arda, and one that is 
to be loved and treasured and cherished beyond all others.”

Faramir felt his face flush slightly but smiled happily. "You deserve such 
treatment as well," he whispered seriously. Letting his eyes slip closed, he felt 
contentment wash over him, as Haldir's fingers moved through his hair. "Mmm, 
that feels good," he murmured softly, relaxing further into his lover's touch. His 
hand moved to tangle with Haldir's resting against his stomach. "I love you," he 
whispered softly.

Haldir smiled and continued combing his fingers gently through his lover’s hair.  
There were few things that relaxed him as quickly as Faramir’s fingers in his 
hair, or his own fingers in Faramir’s, and now the two combined made him feel 
positively weightless.  “I love you too, pen velui,” he whispered softly in return 
as he stared lovingly at Faramir’s smiling face.  “I think everyone in your fair 
city knows that, but I shall never tire of telling them…or of telling you, at least 
a dozen times every day.” 



Faramir laughed softly, "And I will never tire of hearing it or of repeating it 
back to you," he said, unable to stop smiling even if he tried. Never had he 
smiled so much as he had with Haldir in his life. That thought made him think 
of when Haldir would leave and his smile quickly slipped from his face. 
"When...when will you go back to Lorien? Now that Boromir is back and I am 
almost strong enough to return to my duties...well...I imagine you will be 
returning to your Golden Wood soon," he said, unable to keep the sadness from 
his voice.

Haldir squeezed his lover’s hand gently.  He loved Lorien, and would forever 
hold it and his Lord and Lady close to his heart.  He knew he needed to return 
and speak with everyone, say his goodbyes, and, most importantly, discuss a 
few pressing matters with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, but he found that 
he simply had no desire to return as of yet.  He needed to tell his Lord of his 
decision to live out the rest of his life as a mortal man, and not an Elf….a 
decision he had not made lightly, and his mind was made up on, even though 
Faramir had heard nothing about it at this point.  And, most importantly, he 
wanted to speak to the Lord and Lady about the bonding ceremony.  If Faramir 
would accept, he wanted to live out the rest of their lives bonded to each other.  
He could even picture the two of them spending time in Lorien, if Faramir 
wished to travel there at some point.  His talan was too small and sparse…and 
Faramir deserved much better.  //Maybe….maybe a small cottage just for the 
two of us?  Far away from everyone else, where no one would bother us, yet 
nestled safe within the borders of the Golden Wood?  Our own home…one 
where we wouldn’t be living under another’s roof as we are here in Gondor??//  
Pushing his daydreams aside, Haldir smiled at his lover.  He could think about 
this later.  For now, he only wanted to stay by his beloved’s side.  “I was going 
to speak with you about that,” he said softly.  “I know I need to return, but I 
cannot bear the thoughts of being parted from you just yet.  If you have no 
objections, seron vell, I think I would like to wait a few months before leaving, 
and even then, I plan to be gone less than a fortnight.  Would you mind terribly 
if I postponed my trip, even though your brother has returned?”

“Mind? Are you mad?" Faramir asked, sitting up and turning to look into 
Haldir's eyes. "Would I mind you staying? By the Valar, Haldir...of course I 
don't mind," he said, smiling happily and wrapping his arms around his lover's 
neck, pressing soft kisses all over his beloved's face. "I could not ask for more, I 
feared...I feared that you would stay with the original plan and be returning soon 
since Boromir is home. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me," he said 
happily, placing kiss after kiss against smooth skin feeling as if his heart may 
race out of his chest.

Haldir laughed and wrapped his arms around Faramir, trying to return the soft 
kisses.  “Oh, love,” he whispered, burying his face in his lover’s neck, “I was 
worried *you* would want to stick to the original plan and have me leave at 
once.”  Pulling Faramir closer, Haldir closed his eyes.  “I am almost afraid that 
you will find someone else while I am gone and send word for me not to return 
when I finally do manage to start back to the Golden Wood.”

"Find someone else?" Faramir said drawing back and staring into Haldir's deep 
blue eyes. "There was never another before you...what makes you think I would 
find anyone else? No one in this world could possibly mean to me half as much 
as you do. I will love you until the day I pass from this world," he said softly. 

Haldir reached out to gently cup Faramir’s face in his hands as he stared into his 
lover’s eyes.  //And on that day, I will pass with you, seron vell.//  “I know, 
meleth,” he said softly, “I just….I just find it hard to believe that I have been 
blessed enough to be able to call you mine.”  

"I am the one that is blessed, my life before meeting you...it was no life at all. I 
existed, and I did my duty, the only love I knew was that of my brother. You are 
the one that has brought light to my heart, has healed me in more ways than you 
could possibly imagine. I am the lucky one, and I will wait for you as long as I 
must to have you back by my side again," Faramir whispered.

Haldir swallowed the lump in his throat and leaned back against the tree, gently 
pulling Faramir to lay on top of him.  He simply held him close for long 
minutes, unable to bear the thought of his sweet, perfect Faramir living such a 
painful, miserable existence as he had before they met.  //And no one knew.  He 
kept it inside all these years, and had no one to turn to.  But that has all changed 
now.  He has me.  He will always have me.//  “I won’t be gone long,” he 
whispered against his lover’s ear.  “I promise.”    

Faramir sunk into his lover's embrace, resting his chin against Haldir's shoulder 
he held him close. He had never known love before Haldir had walked into his 
life, and now he wanted to know that love forever. As Haldir spoke, he smiled 
and drew back to look into his lover's eyes, "Promise accepted," he whispered, 
pressing a soft kiss against Haldir's lips.

Letting his fingers trail underneath Faramir’s tunic to run over his back, Haldir’s 
lips parted and he kissed his lover deeply.  When they finally pulled away for 
air, Haldir’s eyes traveled over his love’s face, smiling when he looked into 
glittering blue eyes.  “It is hard to believe this started as a ruse,” he said softly.  
“I simply wanted to save you from whoever had hurt you…I wanted to keep 
you safe and happy.  Then you kissed me, and I fell head over heels in love with 
you and learned what true happiness and love really were.  Seron vell, you 
might be the one I rescued but I am the one who was saved.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir spoke of how their relationship had started and then 
his last words sent a warm feeling through his body, spreading out from his 
heart. He melted against his lover and captured his lips in a deep kiss. He was 
completely lost, everything he was seemed to pour into the kiss and he felt as if 
he had never been more alive in his life. Drawing away breathlessly he stared 
into shimmering blue eyes, "You have rescued me my love, you have given me 
a reason to wake up each day. You give my life purpose, and meaning beyond 
just serving my country," he whispered.

Haldir gazed into Faramir’s eyes, entranced, and thinking how much his lover 
had changed in only a few weeks.  “I love seeing you like this,” he said softly as 
he reached up and trailed his fingertips lovingly over Faramir’s face.  “I love 
seeing you smile, seeing that sparkle in your eyes, seeing you be yourself, my 
beautiful captain.”

"Any happiness I have now is because of you," Faramir said softly. "I haven't 
felt this happy my whole life, even before....before...when I was a small child I 
was never this happy," he said knowing that he didn't need to voice the words 
for Haldir to know what he meant. 

Closing his eyes, Haldir tried to push away the images of how Faramir’s life had 
been for so many long years before they’d met.  “I think my Lady sent me here 
just to meet *you*,” he smiled.  Gently rolling over to lay on his side, he 
cradled Faramir against him.  “And I would wager she wouldn’t have even been 
worried about your brother…even though I was a nervous wreck!”

Faramir chuckled as he rested against his lover. "You never told me how it went 
with him earlier. I assumed it went well judging by the way you were both 
laughing when I woke up earlier," he said idly tracing a pattern on Haldir's 
chest. He had wondered what had went on, but since they both were so happy he 
hadn't even asked. He was simply pleased that his lover and his brother were 
getting along. 

Haldir nodded.   “It did go well,” he agreed.  “We both determined that we 
loved you more than anything, that you were the light of our lives, that all we 
ever want is your happiness, and that we will get along just fine as long as 
neither of us ever hurts you.”  Burying his face in his lover’s hair, he smiled.  
“And he said he’d noticed a huge difference in you already, even though he’s 
been home less than a day.  He even thanked me for that.”

Faramir smiled and gazed into Haldir's eyes seeing the same happiness he felt 
reflected back. "Well you both already had much in common...I love you both," 
he whispered.  "I knew Boromir would like you...he honestly took it better than 
I thought he might. I thought for sure he would bluster for at least a day or 
more...but you won him over easily enough," Faramir grinned running his 
fingers through long soft hair. 

“I think he just saw that he’d never get rid of me,” Haldir said softly as he 
relaxed under his lover’s touch.  “Mmmm...You do know you make me sleepy 
when you do that don’t you?  When you run your fingers through my hair?  Or 
is that your plan?  You want me relaxed so you can have your wicked way with 
me?”  Narrowing his eyes, he looked at his lover and grinned.  “That’s it, isn’t 
it, my oh-so-beautiful, and ever-so-sneaky, incredibly innocent-looking captain?  
I’ve found you out!”

Faramir almost giggled from the look on Haldir's face and shook his head, "Of 
course not...I'd never try and do that," he said unable to keep the smile from his 
face. "It's getting late anyway, we should probably go back home," Faramir said 
softly sitting up and watching his lover get up. Watching Haldir was something 
he could spend hours at. Watching the way he moved with such grace, watching 
the play of strong lean muscles under his clothes, and knowing without a doubt 
how the smooth skin felt under his hands. Looking up as Haldir offered his hand 
he smiled to himself. //I am most definitely feeling *much* better.//

Haldir gently pulled Faramir to his feet and wrapped both arms around him.  “I 
see that light in your eyes, pen velui,” he whispered, “and it makes me wish we 
had not strayed so far from our rooms.”  Pulling back to look into his lover’s 
eyes, he smiled.  “You are getting a little flushed, meleth.  Are you sure you’re 
well?”

Faramir laughed, "Oh I'm very well, love," he grinned pressing his hips forward 
slightly so Haldir could feel why his face was a bit flushed. It certainly wasn't 
from exertion...yet. He grinned mischievously as he watched Haldir's eyes.

Haldir’s eyes widened and his grin stretched from ear to ear.  “See?” he 
laughed.  “I *knew* you were wanting to have your way with me….and I must 
say, I heartily approve.”  Turning enough so Faramir could feel his own arousal 
pressing into his hip, the Silvan Elf leaned in and licked at his lover’s lips.  “So.  
Exactly how fast can we get back to our room?”

"I might be enticed to tell you a short cut...if I can steal a few kisses," Faramir 
teased as his hands traveled up and down his lover's back. He had never been 
involved in a relationship before Haldir and he was slowly learning to flirt, and 
tease his lover. Something he never thought he would do.

“Shortcut?” Haldir grinned, pulling Faramir closer and pressing a soft kiss to his 
lips.  “I think a few kisses is more than a fair price to pay for news of a 
shortcut.”  Without waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes and parted his lips, 
welcoming his lover inside to explore and plunder at his leisure.  //I’m all yours, 
seron vell.  Always.//  Sighing into the kiss, he slid one hand down to press 
against Faramir’s erection, sliding his hand against the rigid column of flesh.  
“I’m glad we both have on long tunics,” he murmured against his lover’s lips.


Faramir held his hand up and the young soldiers stopped what they were doing. 
"You aren't chopping down trees," he laughed, helping one of the young recruits 
with his sword. "If you keep moving that way, you'll just tire yourself too 
quickly. You want to make the blows effective yes, but you are working too 
hard," he explained, demonstrating the proper movements to the young dark 
eyed soldier.  

He had only started taking back on his duties in the last few days, and he 
decided after speaking with the healers that training the new recruits would help 
him slowly ease his way back into his work. He certainly wasn't physically 
ready to go on any missions or patrols yet, but sword training with the younger 
recruits, who had not had the benefit of being born into a noble house and 
starting training as soon as they were big enough to lift a sword, was helping 
him get his strength back. 

Haldir walked across the training grounds quickly, on his way to the stables. 
He’d spent several hours in the library, and had decided to go for a ride since 
Faramir probably wouldn’t be free for several more hours yet. As he crossed the 
courtyard, he heard the sound of familiar laughter. //Faramir.// With a soft 
smile, he turned toward the group of men, his eyes immediately finding his 
lover. Faramir looked so noble, so graceful and strong, and Haldir felt his heart 
pounding in his chest. //So perfect, seron vell. You have no idea how much I 
love you. And no idea how scared I was when I thought I would lose you.// 
Leaning against the wall behind him, he simply stayed hidden in the shadows, 
watching the man he loved, his smile growing wider by the second.   



Faramir continued working with the young man for a few more minutes and 
then stepped away so that the young soldier could practice what he'd just 
learned against one of the other recruits. He smiled as he watched and nodded 
his approval, as he backed away and leaned against the low wall that surrounded 
the training area. After a few more mock battles were fought, Faramir dismissed 
the group and made his way for the small building next to the supply house that 
he used for an office. Once inside he sat down heavily in his chair and rubbed 
absently at his shoulder, while looking over a parchment before him. 

Haldir quietly followed his lover, unable to resist the idea of stealing a few 
moments alone with him – an unexpected delight in the middle of the day. He 
silently slid into the small office and closed the door, locking it behind him. 
“Hello, pen velui,” he said softly as he crossed the room to stand behind 
Faramir’s chair and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his temple. Noticing his 
lover rubbing his shoulder, Haldir frowned. “Are you in pain, meleth?” 

Faramir looked up when a shadow stopped in the doorway and then closed the 
door quietly. Hearing the lock click into place, he smiled when he saw that it 
was Haldir. "Hello, love," he said, smiling as Haldir kissed him. "I'm fine. Just 
not used to swinging a broad sword about I guess," he murmured softly. Tipping 
his head back, he smiled up at his lover. "So what brings you down to the 
training grounds?" he asked, reaching up and tangling his fingers with Haldir's. 

Haldir smiled and squeezed his lover’s fingers gently. “I was on my way to the 
stables, actually,” he said, trailing his free hand down to gently rub Faramir’s 
shoulder, hoping to relieve at least some of the pain. “And I suddenly heard the 
most beautiful sound….the sound of your laughter. I turned around, and there 
you were.” Nuzzling into Faramir’s warm, damp neck, Haldir sighed in 
contentment. “So I stood and watched you for a long time, and decided I could 
go riding tomorrow. I followed you here, and was hoping you’d have a free 
hour or two and would do something for me.” 

"Mmm," Faramir moaned softly from the shoulder rub, tilting his head forward 
and taking a deep breath. He was already becoming more relaxed, and the 
tightness in his shoulder had begun to subside from Haldir's gentle touch. "I do 
have a few hours free actually, what would you like me to do?" he asked 
curiously, even as his body trembled slightly from the feel of Haldir's lips, 
warm and gentle against his neck. 

Haldir walked around to the front of Faramir’s chair and knelt on the floor 
between his lover’s legs. Resting his forearms lightly on firm thighs, he stared 
up into sparkling blue eyes. “I want you to allow me to very slowly take your 
clothes off,” he whispered. “Then I want you to just relax and let me love you.” 
Leaning up to place a soft kiss to his lover’s lips, Haldir slid his arms around 
Faramir’s waist. “Can you do that for me, pen velui?” 

Faramir felt his heart rate double as Haldir knelt gracefully between his legs and 
looked up at him. He swallowed, not trusting his voice and then nodded, 
clearing his throat. "Yes," he whispered almost breathlessly. Haldir had the 
amazing ability to make him hard and needy with just a simple look, and the 
look he saw in his lover's eyes at that moment was anything but simple. Slowly, 
his hands moved through his lover’s hair, brushing the golden mane back from 
Haldir's shoulders. 

Smiling, Haldir pulled back to gently work his fingers underneath Faramir's 
tunic and began slowly working it upward, letting the fingertips trail lightly over 
his lover’s skin. He moved forward again and pressed his lips to the smooth skin 
of Faramir’s abdomen, kissing and licking as inch by inch the warm skin was 
exposed. Carefully working the tunic over his lover’s shoulders, the Silvan Elf 
took his time, kissing every inch of the broad chest before him, then placing the 
softest of kisses over his injured shoulder. “I love you, seron vell,” he 
whispered. 

Sucking in a soft breath as warm fingers moved over his skin, Faramir found 
himself entranced by his lover. His skin tingled everywhere fingertips or lips 
and tongue touched him. He lifted his arms, allowing Haldir to pull his tunic 
over his head and smiled as he kissed him sweetly over where he'd been injured. 
"I love you too," he whispered, as his body trembled slightly, his fingers 
working at the laces of Haldir's tunic.  

Gently capturing his lover’s hand between his own, Haldir kissed each fingertip 
and looked into his eyes. “Relax, love,” he whispered, “I’m taking care of you, 
remember?“  Before Faramir could answer, Haldir kissed him deeply, letting his 
tongue slide inside sweet warmth and sighing softly. He kissed him for long 
moments, until they were both breathless as his hands traveled gently over his 
lover’s body. His lips traveled down Faramir’s neck to mark his skin, sucking, 
and then soothing the reddened area with his tongue. “I love the way you taste,” 
he said softly. 

Faramir had started to protest, but Haldir's lips had found his and he lost himself 
in his kiss. As Haldir's lips moved to his neck, marking him, he sighed softly, 
feeling his blood hum in his veins. He felt a tightness gather low in his body, 
and spread outwards as his lover continued to tease him with soft kisses and 
gentle caresses against his already sensitive skin. Unable to help himself, his 
hands sunk into the soft curtain of hair brushing against his chest. 

Haldir’s lips traveled over every inch of his lover’s neck, pausing only to lick at 
the juncture of his neck and shoulder, then retraced his trail across the broad 
chest and flat abdomen. Letting his tongue dip into Faramir’s navel, Haldir 
gently gripped his hips, and began untying his breeches using nothing but his 
teeth. He could already feel the hard column of flesh trapped beneath the laces, 
and his own arousal began to twitch. //No. This is for Faramir.  You can wait.// 
He pressed his lips over the tight fabric covering Faramir’s arousal, his breath 
hot and moist as it was forced through the thin fabric to touch his lover’s skin. 

Faramir felt as if his body may burst into flames, as he watched Haldir untying 
his breeches with his teeth. He had never witnessed a more erotic sight in his 
life. As warm breath washed over his aching flesh, he shuddered and watched 
wide eyed as his lover continued to unlace him. His cock was aching and 
pulsing against the fabric, pulled tight against him. "Gods," he murmured 
breathlessly, his entire body aching with need. 

As the last lace was pulled away, Faramir’s arousal was finally exposed. 
Breathing a sigh of relief, Haldir’s hands gently urged his lover’s hips up from 
the chair and he leaned back to pull the breeches away, sliding them quickly 
down long legs. Settling back on his knees, he rested his hands back on 
Faramir’s hips and slowly ran his tongue from the base of his lover’s cock to the 
leaking tip, where he swirled his tongue and closed his eyes, savoring the taste 
that belonged to Faramir alone. His own cock was so hard it was almost painful, 
but the incredible sounds that fell from Faramir’s lips made every ache and pain 
more than worthwhile.  

Faramir gasped as cool air touched his skin and closed his eyes for a moment. 
This would all be over too quickly if he didn't regain some of his control. Before 
he was able to think anymore, Haldir's tongue slipped up the hard shaft and he 
moaned deeply, trying to keep from thrusting forward into the warm moist 
cavern of his lover's mouth. He felt as if he might explode at any moment and 
he tangled his hands in long soft hair. "You are driving me mad, my love," he 
whispered brokenly. He ached to touch his lover in the same way. Soon 
Faramir's mind seemed to be reduced to dust as Haldir slowly made love to him 
with his mouth.  

Haldir pulled back and placed a light kiss to the tip of his lover’s cock, as he 
looked up into lust darkened blue eyes. “We’re just getting started, seron vell,” 
he whispered. Slowly sinking his lips around Faramir’s arousal, the blonde Elf 
relaxed his throat muscles, stopping only when he felt the swollen head nudge 
the very back of his throat and he could taste the proof of his lover’s desire on 
his tongue. His lips moved slowly up and down the thick shaft as his tongue slid 
over the throbbing vein underneath with each upstroke. Gripping fingers 
loosened on Faramir’s hips and silently urged his lover to thrust deep and hard 
into his mouth. //Don’t hold back, love.//  

A deep moan resonated from low in Faramir's chest as Haldir's mouth sunk 
around him, taking his aching arousal deep. As throat muscles constricted 
around the hard length, he cried out, his control snapping as his lover urged him 
to move. His hands tightened slightly in his lover's hair he slowly began to 
thrust up into the welcoming mouth, his entire body tense with desire. Nothing 
had ever felt like this, driving him almost mad with desire and need. "Gods, 
Haldir," he moaned breathlessly. 

Moving one hand to gently fondle the full, warm sac that hung between his 
lover’s legs, Haldir’s mouth moved faster, meeting Faramir’s movements thrust 
for thrust and taking him in deep again and again. The sweet taste and musky 
smell of his lover could very easily have made Haldir come undone himself, but 
he closed his eyes and forced himself to wait.  His lips tightened around the 
thick shaft that was thrusting between them, and he began sucking the hard flesh 
in earnest, his eyes falling shut and his tongue gliding over throbbing flesh. 

Faramir's head fell back and he closed his eyes, completely lost in sensation. 
Feeling the familiar comforting warmth engulf him, his heart raced within his 
chest. He could feel his release building within him, as if it were scorching fire 
racing through his veins. Crying out as he thrust deeply one last time, he felt his 
release slam into him, as his lover's mouth continued to move upon him. 
Trembling uncontrollably, he slumped against the chair, his body feeling 
boneless and weak from his release.  

Haldir swallowed everything his love had to offer, then gently licked him clean, 
taking his time and enjoying the soft sighs that fell from his lover's lips. Kissing 
a slow trail back up to Faramir’s neck, he buried his face in the warm skin and 
slid his arms around the man he loved so dearly, holding him close for long 
moments and giving him time to recover.  He murmured soft endearments 
against sweat slicked skin and let his fingers trail over every inch of his lover, 
soothing and caressing, as he finally felt both their heartbeats began to slow 
back down to normal.  

"I love you," Faramir whispered, after finally catching his breath enough to 
speak and wrapped his arms around his lover. His hands trailed over Haldir’s 
back as the trembling of his body started to finally recede. Taking a deep breath, 
he smiled and kissed Haldir's neck gently. His fingers seemed to ache to touch 
his lover who was still fully clothed.

Haldir kissed his way from Faramir’s neck back up to his lips, where he nibbled 
contentedly.  “I love you too, seron vell,” he said softly.  Both their heartbeats 
had began to slow, but Haldir felt his own speed up again, simply from the look 
in Faramir’s eyes – a look of love, satisfaction, and happiness, and one that had 
only  started gracing his features in the past few weeks.  “You *did* say you 
had a few hours free, didn’t you?” he asked with a wicked grin.

His body finally starting to recover from the intense pleasure, Faramir let his 
hands trail along his lover's back as he kissed his neck. He laughed softly at 
Haldir's question, "I did say that didn't I?" he grinned.

Smiling, Haldir stood, then helped Faramir to his feet.  He turned his lover 
around until the back of Faramir’s thighs rested against the desk, and kissed him 
deeply once again.  Feeling desperate to feel Faramir's skin against his own, his 
fingers quickly unlaced his own tunic, and he pulled away from the kiss only 
long enough to slide it over his head.  “Lie back on the desk, love,” he 
murmured as he leaned forward to nibble on Faramir’s neck and let his fingers 
trail over the smooth planes of his back.  “I’m just getting started.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir removed his tunic, his hands quickly moving to caress 
his lover's smooth skin. It was as if his fingers had craved touching his lover and 
he hesitated only a moment before adhering to Haldir's request to lay back on 
the desk. His eyes never leaving his lover's, he whispered, "You are so 
beautiful, my love."

Haldir stretched on the desk next to Faramir and wrapped an arm around his 
waist, holding him close.  “Only to you, my precious captain,” he whispered as 
he leaned up and let his eyes travel over the beloved face.  Slowly, he let his 
hand drift down to his lover’s groin, his fingertips lightly trailing over Faramir’s 
spent arousal, which began to stiffen almost immediately.  “Will you let me 
touch again, seron vell?  Let me press my fingers deep inside you...stretch and 
open your body so I can make love to you?"

Faramir sighed softly as warm skin pressed against his own. His fingers trailed 
down his lover's chest mapping the firm planes just as he felt Haldir's hand slide 
down his own body. As warm fingertips teased his cock he felt himself start to 
grow hard again, mildly surprised that he had recovered so quickly but then his 
arousal grew even more as his lover spoke. Soft words ghosted over his ear and 
he shivered, "Gods, yes," he moaned softly arching into his lover's touch.

Gently urging Faramir to lie on his side facing away from him, Haldir found a 
heavy book that could substitute for a pillow and moved it underneath Faramir’s 
head.  He then slid one arm between his lover’s body and the desk, and resumed 
stroking his arousal with long, sure strokes, feeling the flesh swell and harden 
beneath his touch.  Spooning close, Haldir sighed as his bare chest rested flush 
against Faramir’s back.  Pressing his lips against damp hair, he began to nuzzle 
into his lover’s neck, feeling his own cock begin to weep and twitch.  “I’m 
going to tell you what I’m going to do, seron vell,” he whispered.  “If you want 
me to stop, just tell me.”

Faramir allowed his lover to guide him and gasped as warm fingers wrapped 
around him again, his arousal growing rapidly. Shifting his hips forward slightly 
into the firm grip, he sighed as the warm bare skin of his lover's chest pressed 
against his back. Reaching behind him he rested his hand on Haldir's hip, his 
fingers fanning out to brush against the soft skin at his waist. "Please," was the 
only word that escaped Faramir's lips as his desire grew, his body wantonly 
rubbing against his lover's, feeling the hard length of his arousal pressing 
against him.

Haldir shivered at the lust he heard in his lover’s voice, and closed his eyes for a 
moment, forcing himself to remain still.  Faramir had no idea how incredibly 
intoxicating he was, and just the sound of his voice could easily drive the Silvan 
Elf mad with desire.  He was still stroking his lover’s arousal gently with one 
hand as the other slid over the soft round globes of his backside, and Haldir 
drew in a hitching breath.  Moving his hand to Faramir’s lips, he pressed his 
own to his lover’s ear.  “Wet my fingers, love,” he whispered, “so I can slide 
them inside you.”

Faramir's breath caught in his throat from Haldir's whispered request. Long 
fingers slipped past his lips, and Faramir sucked on them unable to stop a soft 
moan from escaping, brought on by the thoughts running through his mind. 
Using his tongue to tease the slender digits, he breathed heavily as Haldir 
withdrew them. His body trembled slightly as his lover continued to stroke him 
and he let his eyes slip closed.

“That’s it, seron vell,” Haldir whispered softly.  “Just feel me.”  Trailing his 
fingertips down his lover’s body, he slid them down the cleft that divided his 
backside, until he came to the small puckered entrance that lay hidden there.  
His other hand continued to move over Faramir’s cock, and he began 
whispering to his lover once again.  “There, love,” he said softly against damp 
skin.  “I can feel how much you want me.  I can feel you becoming hard in my 
hand, feel you pushing back against me, wanting to feel me moving inside you.  
I want you to feel me moving deep within your body, feel me loving you...Do 
you want that, pen velui?”

Faramir trembled as Haldir spoke.  Blood rushed to his groin and his stomach 
muscles clenched, as warmth spread out from low in his body. "Yes...Gods 
Haldir," he whispered feeling his need grow even more. His hips moved of their 
own accord, forward into the firm grip and backwards needing to feel his lover 
inside him. All thought had seemed to escape him; the only things his brain 
could focus on were pure feeling, and love.

Pulling his lover closer, Haldir’s lips fastened on Faramir’s neck, sucking gently 
as he pressed his finger forward into the tight channel, burying it deep in one 
smooth motion.  His other hand tightened and stroked his lover’s rigid arousal 
slightly faster and he moaned against Faramir’s damp skin.  “Yes,” he 
murmured softly, “That’s it…feel me, pen velui."  Curling his finger, he 
brushed the tip against his lover’s sweet spot as he moved to pull him even 
closer, cradling him against his body as he licked and kissed his neck and 
shoulders.

White lights flashed behind Faramir's eyelids and he moaned as his body 
trembled in his lover's embrace. His hips shifted back unconsciously, his entire 
body tingling in anticipation of feeling Haldir sink deep inside him. Feeling his 
lover's lips moving over the sensitive skin of his neck he sighed softly, his hand 
on Haldir's hip pulling him closer still. "Please," he whimpered not even sure 
what he was begging for; just that he wanted... needed his lover.

Haldir’s lips brushed the damp skin beneath Faramir’s hair, and he savored the 
salty taste as he ran his tongue just beneath the hairline.  Working a second 
finger in beside the first, he gently began twisting them, drawing them out, then 
pressing them back in as far as they would go again and again.  “Gods, you’re 
tight, seron vell,” he said in a voice that was almost a whimper.  He could feel 
his own cock as hard and needy as Faramir’s, and found that his hips were 
moving in time with his fingers almost as if it was his arousal sliding in and out 
of the tight channel instead of his fingers.  

Ragged breaths and soft moans filled the small room as Faramir felt himself 
melting into Haldir's touch. Tipping his head back he rested it against his lover's 
shoulder and gasped as fingers continued to slide into his body, preparing him 
for more. Haldir's soft whisper against his ear sent a tremor throughout his body 
and he felt him moving behind him. The hot, hard length pressed tight against 
him. "Please, love, have mercy," he whimpered softly begging his lover. "Please 
take me."

Haldir’s eyes fell shut and he took a deep, shaking breath.  Faramir’s words 
shook him to the core and caused his cock to swell even further.  He could deny 
Faramir nothing….absolutely nothing, and his body trembled with the need to 
be buried inside his lover’s warmth.  Gently pulling his fingers from the tight 
channel, he continued stroking Faramir’s arousal, and used his free hand to 
unlace his breeches, sighing against sweat slicked skin as his weeping organ 
was finally freed.  Using his fingertips to gather the thick fluid from his aching 
cock, then reaching around to gather the drops that were steadily dripping from 
Faramir’s, he quickly slicked his arousal, moaning at the sensation and pulling 
his lover even closer.  “Now, love,” he whispered against Faramir’s ear as he 
pressed slowly and steadily forward, stopping only when he was seated deeply 
inside velvety heat.

The feeling of his lover's slick shaft sliding inside him drew a low moan from 
deep within him. Faramir's hand scrabbled on the desktop and held onto the 
edge as he moved his hips back to meet Haldir's inward thrust. Feeling the hot 
length throbbing inside him almost drew another whimper from him and he 
began to move his hips needing to feel more. His hand pushed against his 
lover's breeches so that his palm could move against the sweat slick skin 
waiting there. His entire body felt as if it were strung as tightly as a bow, and his 
muscles clenched and released around his lover as he began to move.

Delving deep inside the hot passage, Haldir moved slowly, moaning and 
whispering soft endearments against Faramir’s skin.  Their bodies slid smoothly 
against each other’s for long minutes as he thrust in deeply, then withdrew until 
he was almost free before pressing in again.  Since the first time they’d made 
love, they had seemed to instinctively know how and when to move together, 
and this time was no exception.  It was if Faramir could read his mind, moving 
back and forward in a perfect cadence, wrenching soft cries from both their lips.  
His hand continued to move over his lover’s shaft and he felt his release 
building as both his thrusts and his hand began to move faster and harder.  

Faramir was lost in an ocean of sensation, his body alternately gripping and 
welcoming his lover within. As their pace increased so did the feeling of 
warmth and love surrounding him. His entire body trembled as his release began 
to build, the warmth moving out from the center of his being and suddenly, like 
a wave crashing against the shore, his release slammed into him. His body 
tensed as he cried out his lover's name and slick fluid spilled over strong 
fingers. The force of his release had been intense enough to make stars form 
behind his eyelids and he realized tears of happiness and fulfillment were 
slipping down his face.

Already tight muscles clenched around him even tighter and Haldir buried 
himself deeply inside his love one final time, his entire body tensing as he 
spilled inside the tight channel surrounding him. He noticed that Faramir’s very 
skin seemed to glow and shimmer, and Haldir was startled to see that his own 
was doing the same.  His body was suddenly boneless and he had barely enough 
strength to gently slide from his lover’s clenching passage and pull him close.  
He managed to lean up enough to press his lips against Faramir’s cheek and 
tasted salty tears.  His stomach clenched and he gently turned his lover over in 
his arms, holding him tightly.  “Gods,” he whispered as he tilted Faramir’s face 
up until their eyes met.  “Did I hurt you, meleth?”

Rolling over to look up at his lover for a moment Faramir was confused. With 
realization dawning on him, he smiled and ran his trembling fingers through his 
lover's hair, "No...no you didn't hurt me, love," he whispered smiling though 
tears still slipped down his face. "Tears of happiness, not pain," he whispered 
leaning up and kissing Haldir gently. It had seemed a dam had broken inside 
him and the connection and love he felt for Haldir had simply overwhelmed him 
with happiness.

Sighing in relief, Haldir lifted one hand to gently caress his lover’s face.  After 
long moments, he pulled away to draw in a breath, and smiled.  “I have waited 
so long for you,” he whispered, “you seem too good to be true and too precious 
to be mine.”  Capturing already kiss-swollen lips with his own once again, he let 
his tongue explore his lover’s mouth, reveling in the sweet taste that took his 
breath away every time their lips met.  ~~I love you, my precious captain.  
Gods, I love you so very much.~~ 



Feeling his heart swell in his chest as Haldir kissed him Faramir melted into the 
kiss. Then he faintly heard words of love from Haldir, though they were still 
kissing. He could hear his words, and could feel them like a growing warmth 
inside of him. A feeling that seemed to surround them as they kissed and he 
drew away startled and blinked once staring into sparkling blue eyes, filled with 
the same love he *felt* and heard inside of him. "Haldir?" his question dying 
away for a long moment before he continued, "I...I..." he trailed off and shook 
his head. "I think I'm may be going mad...I just heard you say 'I love you, my 
precious captain. Gods, I love you so very much.' I heard it...in my mind, 
faintly, as you kissed me, as if you were whispering to me from far 
away...and...and I *felt* the warmth of love surround me, fill my heart...I...I 
must be losing my mind," he trailed off, staring into his lover's eyes. He 
wondered if Haldir too, thought that he were mad.

Haldir’s eyes opened wide and he felt a lump in his throat.  He’d heard and felt 
the same things when Faramir was unconscious….as if they were speaking from 
a great distance.  He could *feel* his lover coming back to him, and would have 
sworn they were somehow communicating.  He’d managed to put it aside as 
something he’d wanted so badly that he’d dreamed it, but there was no denying 
that Faramir had returned to him shortly afterward.  “You’re not mad,” he 
whispered softly.  “The words you just said….they were exactly the words I was 
thinking, and the feelings I was feeling - *am* feeling.  I felt it when you 
were…. were injured, but I thought it was a dream.  I don’t understand how this 
is possible…”  His words drifted off as he stared into his lover’s eyes.  ~~I think 
that our souls have truly entwined, seron vell.  We truly are as one.~~

Faramir's breath caught in his throat as he stared into his lover's eyes. "I...I 
thought it was part of the fever...I knew you were with me...physically with me, 
but..." he trailed off amazed. As they stared at one another yet again he could 
feel and hear his lover speaking of their souls being one and fresh tears spilled 
from his eyes as he buried his face against his lover's neck. "This isn't 
possible...not between men...not between a man and Elf," he gasped clutching 
his lover closer. 

Haldir’s arms tightened around his lover and he closed his eyes, forcing himself 
to think.  He didn't see how it was possible, but it was real, and it was happening 
to them at this very moment.  “I know, seron vell,” he said softly, feeling his 
heart pounding in his chest.  “There has to be an explanation…because there is 
no denying what’s happening to us.  We will figure this out….if nothing else, 
my Lady will be able to help us.  She will know how this is possible, of that I 
have no doubt.”  Pressing his lips to his lover’s temple, he entangled their legs 
and took a deep breath.  “This *is* real, seron vell.  We are one heart, one soul, 
and I must say that however this occurred, nothing could make me happier.  
You know me as no one else ever has or ever will, and I would not wish to share 
this with anyone but you.”

Faramir tightened his arms around Haldir and simply clung to his strong body. 
"I would not wish to share this with anyone else either," he whispered softly. "I 
long for your touch each day when we are apart, and only when you are near do 
I feel complete," he said honestly. He had never had a relationship before Haldir 
but he was not a naïve child. He had seen Boromir with his partners and had 
never known his brother or the person he was with to express any sort of feeling 
like that. They cared about the other person, they missed them when they were 
not there, but not in a way that it made their body physically ache. He hoped 
that the Lady of the Golden Wood would be able to tell them what was 
happening...how they could be so connected. It should not be possible, and 
neither of them could explain it.

“I feel the same way, meleth,” Haldir murmured, running his hands over his 
lover’s naked body, knowing the bond they shared was real, and could only 
grow stronger in the coming years.  “I have never felt anything like this in all 
my long years.  I could live off nothing more than your kisses and your sweet 
laughter for the rest of my days.  Don’t worry, we will figure this out, I promise.  
Until then, let’s just enjoy this gift, and be thankful for it.”

Faramir nodded and drew back to look into Haldir's eyes for long moments. "I 
will always be thankful for you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against 
perfect lips, but before the kiss could deepen a knock sounded on the door of the 
small office. Pulling away, Faramir's face immediately colored realizing he was 
completely naked upon his desk and Haldir was almost as naked as he was. 
"Um...give me a few moments," he shouted and he heard his brother curse 
lightly. Giggling softly, he looked at his lover smiling happily. "I forgot that 
Boromir was coming down here to talk to me about some of my men being 
transferred to his ranks," Faramir said as they gently untangled themselves and 
began to redress.

Haldir laughed quietly, thankful he’d seen his lover earlier and had followed 
him back to his office, and hoping that Faramir could spend the rest of the 
afternoon relaxed and at ease.  “I’ll leave you to your business then,” he smiled 
as he leaned over for a final soft kiss.  “I must say I’m glad to know I’m not the 
only one who felt this….this connection though.  I feel…… incredibly happy 
about this.  I’ll see you back in our rooms this evening, seron vell, and we’ll talk 
more then if you wish.  For now I will tear myself away from you and miss you 
until your duties are complete.”  Running his fingers though his lover’s hair, 
Haldir smiled.  “I love you, pen velui.”

Faramir finished lacing his tunic and moved into his lover's kiss. "I will miss 
you as well," he whispered in return and then brushed a soft kiss across already 
kiss-swollen lips. "And I love you too." He turned and opened the door to find 
his brother standing before them with his hands on his hips and an odd grin 
upon his lips. 

"Afternoon, Haldir," Boromir said bowing his head slightly and giving Faramir 
an oddly amused look.

Haldir smiled and had the grace to blush a bit.  “Boromir,” he nodded.  “I hope 
you are well.  I was….checking on Faramir.  Making sure he didn’t…tax 
himself unnecessarily now that he has returned to his duties.”

Boromir's lips pursed and he had to suppress a chuckle that welled up inside 
him. "Well...I trust you found him healthy and hale," he grinned, his green eyes 
sparkling and eliciting a deep blush from his little brother's face. He patted 
Haldir on the shoulder as he walked past him and turned, slipping his arm 
around Faramir's shoulder. Tipping his head toward his brother beside him, he 
couldn't resist teasing him, "You missed a lace," he whispered and Faramir 
looked down almost breaking into laughter as he noticed that he had indeed 
skipped one of the lacing holes on his tunic.

Haldir’s eyes sparkled and he grinned at Boromir.  “Oh, he was healthy and 
hale, alright,” he agreed.  “In fact, he was perfect, as usual.”  As Faramir looked 
up at him, he felt his heart flutter in his chest.  “What, seron vell?  You *are* 
perfect.”  Stepping outside the door, he gave a final nod to Boromir, then let his 
gaze lovingly travel over Faramir’s face.  “Until tonight, pen velui,” he said 
softly.  “I shall count the hours.”  

Faramir felt the warmth of his face must be powerful enough to melt snow, but 
the smile he wore was happy and bright. "Tonight," he said softly as he watched 
his lover walk away. His eyes found it hard to move away from the grace of 
Haldir's movements until finally his brother chuckled beside him and he drug 
his gaze away from his lover. 

"You're early aren't you?" he asked sounding as irritated as he could. Boromir 
laughed at him. 

"I am a little early...but I didn't think that I'd find you..ooof," Boromir's speech 
was cut off when Faramir's elbow firmly dug into his side. Laughing again, he 
followed him into the small office and looked around. He eyed the desk for a 
moment and began to laugh even harder at the look in his brother's eyes, well 
aware of what had probably taken place on the desk. 

"So...tell me about these new recruits..." Boromir said changing the subject 
finally, which made Faramir feel more relaxed and the blush finally fade. They 
began talking about the matter at hand and spent the afternoon going over the 
service records of the men being transferred. A few times Faramir had sat 
staring out the window while Boromir read papers silently and he would find 
himself smiling, thinking of his lover.
~~~
~~~~~~~~~

Faramir stood as if he was at attention. The only people in the room were 
himself, his father, and the chief councilor. His hands were clasped tightly 
behind his back as his father berated him and the councilor looked on him with 
pity though he never said a word. His eyes sought the young man's trying to 
offer some sort of reassurance in the verbal onslaught that he knew wasn't called 
for, but he could do nothing to prevent. 

Faramir simply stared straight ahead, the cutting words finally ending, as 
Denethor seemed to have run out of insults for the moment. Faramir nodded 
tersely as his father dismissed him and he turned quickly on his heel and strode 
out the doors with his head held high.

It wasn't until the doors closed behind him did a wave of nausea hit, he began to 
tremble, and his knees felt weak. 

He quickly made his way upstairs and tried to push all of that away. His father 
hadn't touched him, hadn't even approached him this time in fact, but his words 
had been like daggers. He had been unusually harsh in his criticism even for 
him. Faramir had done absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing at all, his father was 
berating him for circumstances beyond anyone's control. He could not have 
fulfilled his duties while he was under the care of his healers, and his father 
knew this, yet he berated him for being shot. Berated him for protecting an Elf.

~~~

Curled in a large, worn chair front of the fireplace, Haldir stared into the flames, 
feeling unaccountably restless.  Despite the long day he’d spent on the archery 
practice field, he been unable to get comfortable, as apparently Denethor made 
sure the chairs and other furniture in his youngest son’s rooms were old and 
hard and uncomfortable – a fact that did not surprise Haldir in the least.  His 
uneasiness had continued to grow over the past half hour for reasons he couldn't 
explain and he put his book aside, deciding to go find his lover and make sure 
all was well with him.  Something just didn’t feel….right. Wondering where he 
should look first, he headed toward the door with long, quick strides, glad he 
hadn’t disrobed when he’d first returned to their room.

Faramir finally reached the door to the room he shared with Haldir and started 
to open the door but jerked back when the door opened before him, his lover 
filling the doorway and Faramir lost any sense of control he had left. He threw 
himself into his lover's arms and buried his face in Haldir's neck. The tears he 
had fought finally began to spill down his face, and his body trembled from the 
sobs he had held back for so long. He had been determined not to show any 
emotion at all when meeting with his father, each time the last few weeks his 
father had dug more and more trying to get a reaction from Faramir but he 
would not react. Would refuse to look down at the floor, to cower, even when 
the old man's face turned red and he pounded on his desk in anger trying to 
intimidate his son. Finally, he had found something that had hurt Faramir 
deeply, but he still had not let it show...until now. Now that he was safe with the 
one he loved.

Haldir’s arms closed automatically around Faramir and pulled him close.  
Holding him tightly, he kicked the door shut and simply held his lover for long 
moments, running his hand over taunt and trembling muscles and pressing his 
lips to Faramir’s temple.  “It’s alright, meleth,” he whispered softly.  “I’ve got 
you.”  Leaving one arm around Faramir’s waist, he pulled away only long 
enough to lead them to the bed, where he lay back and pulled his still sobbing 
lover with him.  “Tell me what’s wrong, pen velui,” he whispered softly.  “Are 
you hurt?  Is your brother hurt?  Did I do something wrong?”

Faramir shook his head, "No...no," he whispered. "I had my daily meeting with 
my father, about progress reports and so on. He digs daily to find something to 
hurt me, and today he found just the right words and subject to effect me. I 
should be happy that words are all he's resorted to, but once I left the room I 
was no longer able to contain the pain I felt," he said softly feeling like a child 
for letting mere words bring him to such a trembling mess. Slowly, he began to 
explain to Haldir what his father had said to upset him so. It had started out 
comments on his report, derisive words about his being too soft on his men, that 
he was their commander not their friend, then berating him for lost battles he 
hadn’t even been a party to, and then as things progressed he began to yell at 
him for allowing himself to be shot protecting an Elf. The most cutting words 
were that his duty was to Gondor, not his Elven lover.

Haldir felt his rage at Denethor growing as each word fell from Faramir’s lips.  
//We *are* going to have a discussion, **steward**, though you certainly do 
not deserve such a title.  This *will* end…you cannot continue to hurt him this 
way!// He had promised Faramir he couldn’t let Denethor know that he knew 
about the sexual abuse, but the foolish coward couldn’t resist pressing his limits 
and continuing with the verbal abuse.  Apparently, he thought *that* was 
acceptable.  Haldir was a guest in their city, albeit no longer a welcome one in 
Denethor’s eyes, but he wouldn’t risk alienating the Lord and Lady of the 
Golden Wood just because he disliked their representative, no matter what the 
reason.  Reaching between them to unlace Faramir’s tunic, then his own, he 
pulled his lover close again, pressing their bare chests together.  “Faramir,” he 
said softly against his lover’s ear.  “You are a courageous solider.  Your men 
look up to you and respect you as they will never respect your father.  As for 
your injury, I too wish you had not been shot, but what you did was the bravest 
thing a man can do – offer up his life for another.  Your father is a foolish 
coward, my love, and those ideas are foreign to him.  He knows nothing of 
bravery or honor or respect…and fears them when he sees them shining in your 
eyes.”

Faramir could not find his voice, shaking his head mutely he kissed his lover's 
neck and clung to him as strong arms held him close. After long moments, he 
cleared his throat and looked up into his lover's eyes. "I do not understand why 
he has always treated me this way...he does not treat Boromir like this...only 
me. Why does he hate me so much?" he asked softly. He had asked himself that 
a million times in his life, and was still at a loss for a reason why. His father 
would say that he loved him, that he treated him this way to make him stronger 
because he had always been the weaker of his children, but he could not 
imagine how what he had done and said over the years could equate to any sort 
of love by any definition.

“Oh, seron vell,” Haldir whispered as he brushed the hair back from his lover’s 
forehead and felt his heart break at the look of anguish in Faramir’s eyes.  “I’m 
so sorry.  I wish I knew what makes him treat you this way.  None of this is 
your fault, though, of that I’m sure.  Your father is… I think……no, I *know* 
he is disturbed.  What he did to you for all those years was wrong – and not the 
actions of a sane person.  I would give anything if he treated you as you should 
be treated…anything at all.  You deserve so much better.”

Nodding silently, Faramir leaned his head against Haldir's shoulder and took a 
deep breath, his body relaxing slightly as his lover's fingers trailed over his 
back. He felt drained from holding his emotions in during the meeting with his 
father and the release of those emotions afterwards. Closing his eyes his fingers 
tangled into Haldir's soft hair. "I am so tired," he whispered. "Will you just hold 
me for a while?" he asked. He just needed to feel his lover close, and maybe if 
he closed his eyes and listened to Haldir's heartbeat, he would be able to let the 
pain he felt go.

Reaching across the bed and pulling the blankets over them both, Haldir held 
Faramir close and buried his face in his lover’s hair. He took a deep breath and 
felt himself relaxing, as he always did when Faramir curled up against him.  
“Yes, my love,” he said softly.  “Close your eyes and feel how our love 
surrounds us, how nothing and no one else matters.  There’s just us…just us.”  
He repeated the words softly against his lover’s skin, feeling him slowly 
relaxing against him.  When Faramir’s breathing evened out, Haldir let his mind 
dwell on what he’d pushed aside earlier, feeling that their usual bond was there, 
but not close enough to allow Faramir to read his thoughts as they both seemed 
to be doing lately.  //This has got to stop, steward.  You are cothen (my enemy), 
and I would show you no mercy if it were up to me.  What you call ‘weakness’ 
in your youngest son has saved your pathetic little life thus far, but I will not 
stand by and let you do this to him every day.  In the morning, you and I shall 
have a talk, if you are not too much of a coward to face me alone.  I’m sure you 
wouldn’t want all of Gondor to know your dirty little secret.//
~~~
TBC...



Chapter 20/?

Haldir strode down the hall toward the council room, his face flushed and his 
hands clenched at his sides.  He’d held Faramir all through the night, soothing 
him as best he could with gentle touches and whispered endearments, trying to 
make him forget his father’s hurtful words, his hatred and anger toward 
Denethor growing each time his lover’s brow had furrowed and he’d shivered in 
Haldir’s arms.  They’d made love in the early morning light, and even though 
Faramir had assured him he was feeling better, Haldir had been unable to forget 
his tears from the night before. 
 
Kissing his lover goodbye outside of their bedroom, he’d waited until Faramir 
had turned the corner before letting his thoughts turn back to the first task he 
intended to accomplish that morning….finding Denethor and coming to 
an…………understanding concerning Faramir.  Crossing his arms, he leaned 
against the council room door, knowing that he was the first to arrive.  

Denethor walked down the hall swiftly, having just dismissed his chief 
councilor. Faramir, yet again, had not bothered to come to breakfast, staying in 
his room with that damnable Elf. His first attempt to get rid of the creature had 
not gone as he planned, and the man that Merainas had hired was missing. 
Denethor worried that if caught he would confess. He needed to make sure that 
didn't happen, and had made certain that Merainas was well aware what was at 
stake. He grinned to himself, no - Merainas would never fail him...not if he 
wanted his wife and daughter to continue living.

Haldir heard Denethor’s footsteps as they rounded the far corner long before he 
came into sight.  Pushing himself off the wall, he let a cold smile touch his face 
as he stood, waiting for the steward to take notice of him.  “I need a word with 
you, *Lord* Denethor,” he said quietly as he looked down at the steward.  
“Perhaps we could speak in the council room?”

Denethor stopped as soon as he saw the Elf step away from the wall and address 
him. Looking up at the blond, he saw his guards standing at their posts and 
shook his head. "I thought that the matters between Gondor and Lorien were 
settled. I have no wish to discuss further talk of alliances with Elves," he said 
keeping his voice even. Stepping past Haldir, he dismissed him as he opened the 
council chamber door, "Good day," he snapped off as he passed through the 
large wooden doors.

Haldir’s smile remained firmly in place as he followed Denethor into the room.  
Seeing that the guards were getting ready to stop him, he moved silently and 
swiftly to stand in front of the steward, gazing at him intently.  “I do not wish to 
discuss our alliance…...or lack thereof,” he said loud enough for the guards to 
hear.  “I *do*, however, wish to discuss a more………personal matter.  One 
I’m sure you would prefer to remain between the two of us.  I would gladly 
share my words with your men, though, if you wish.”  His gaze never wavered 
and his smile widened as he noticed Denethor grow pale even as the guards 
surrounded them both.  The first guard put a hesitant hand on Haldir’s arm and 
the Silvan Elf arched an eyebrow.  “I *will* speak, Denethor, be it in front of 
your men or just the two of us.  The decision is yours.”

Denethor felt the blood draining from his face as the Elf spoke. What had that 
damned boy told him? How much did he actually *know*? Looking to his 
guards quickly, his eyes darted back to the Elf's face, noting that he could see no 
hesitation in the blue eyes glaring at him. "Then be quick about it, I have 
matters to attend to," he snapped, waving the guards away and moving past the 
Elf toward the council table. "Say whatever it is you came to say and then get 
out," he said sighing dramatically and avoiding the Elf's piercing gaze. //Who 
does he think he is? Threatening me in front of my own men. I'll make sure he 
pays for this...if not with his own skin...then with Faramir's.// He almost smiled 
at that thought. How better to get to the oh-so-devoted-Elf than through 
Faramir?

Haldir nodded pleasantly at the guards and waited for them to leave the room.  
As soon as the door was closed behind them, however, his hand was wrapped 
around the front of Denethor’s dark robe and he easily shoved him back against 
the wall, lifting him up so that the steward’s feet barely touched the floor.  “I 
know what you’ve done to him,” he whispered as he tightened his grip on the 
thick velvet, twisting it around Denethor’s throat and smiling as the steward’s 
eyes grew wide.  “I know that you aren’t even enough of a man to find someone 
that would actually *want* you.  I know that your heart is black enough to 
torment your own son, and that you have absolutely no regret whatsoever about 
that.”  Twisting the robe even tighter, the Elf moved closer.  “And I know that if 
you ever touch him again, ever humiliate him or belittle him, ever make him 
feel that he is weak or foolish, I *WILL* kill you.  You have my word on that.  
And I always keep my word…Do you understand me, steward?“

Denethor did not have time to even think before the Elf had his filthy hands on 
him. He started to protest but his words were trapped in his throat as he was 
almost lifted from the floor. He gasped as he was pinned against the wall and 
watched the Elf's face, his words slowly registering in his mind. //He knows! 
That damned boy told him!// His lips twisted in a grimace and he pushed 
ineffectually with his hands against the Elf's broad chest. "If you do not let me 
go now it will be you dying not me. My guards will not hesitate to kill someone 
attacking the Steward," he hissed, with as much vehemence he could muster in 
the current situation.

Haldir’s eyes narrowed and he pressed harder against Denethor’s throat.  “And 
how will you call them if you can’t breathe?” he asked just loudly enough for 
the steward to hear him.  “Or if I crush your larynx and you cannot speak?  
Make no mistake, Hûachaseb, (cowardly dog), I will kill you if you touch him.  
If I should die in the attempt, or as a result, I will at least die knowing that you 
will never lay your filthy hands on him again.”  

Denethor's eyes widened further and he tried to swallow but found himself 
unable to, choking instead, his arms flailed against the Elf. His heart was racing 
in his chest and he blinked rapidly, trying to find focus. His line of vision was 
blocked almost completely by the enraged Elf and any measure of resolve he 
had crumbled. Feeling warmth and wetness spreading across the front of his 
breeches he closed his eyes in embarrassment, as the warm liquid seeped 
through his breeches and trickled loudly on the marble floor. His eyes opened 
again to see the abject disgust on the Elf's face, and almost didn't find his feet 
when the taller creature dropped him and backed away. //Embarrassing? Yes, 
certainly but he did let me go.//

Haldir almost laughed at the terror and embarrassment evident on the steward’s 
face and looked pointedly at the large puddle on the floor.  “Do we have an 
understanding, or shall I ask your guards to come in and clean up the mess on 
the floor and bring you new breeches?” he smirked, knowing that the foolish old 
man in front of him was probably feeling at least some of the fear Faramir had 
felt for so many years at his own father’s hands.  His gaze was cold and hatred 
such as he’d never felt for anyone or anything else in his long life shone through 
his eyes.  //I *will* kill you, you pathetic coward.  Make no mistake. I will kill 
you, and I will take more pleasure in it than you can imagine.//

Denethor was still trying to catch his breath and he finally managed to stand 
back up fully. "That boy is MINE, Elf. Remember that you are in Gondor not 
your precious Golden Wood, my guards heed MY orders not yours. You will do 
well to remember that," Denethor hissed though even he knew his threats 
sounded hollow. He would make the Elf pay for this, one day soon, he would 
pay. Just as another Elf had paid who had tried to take what was rightfully *his* 
once before.

Haldir was upon Denethor before the other man’s mouth had closed.  His 
fingers tangled in long, gray hair and he slammed the steward’s head against the 
stone wall, feeling blood suddenly rushing over his fingertips.  “That *man* is 
not yours,” he managed to grind out between clenched teeth.  “He never was, 
and he never will be.  And there is very little you can order your guards to do 
once I cut your heart out, you pathetic old fool.  YOU would do well to 
remember *that*.”  Heedless of the mess on the steward’s breeches, the Silvan 
Elf brought his knee up hard between Denethor’s legs and shoved him to the 
floor.  Leaning over to get close to the man he hated more than he ever though 
possible, Haldir shook his head.  “No wonder he always wanted to take a bath 
after you touched him.  You stink…like a dead and rotting pig.”  With that, 
Haldir straightened up and adjusted his tunic, forcing himself to calm down so 
the guards wouldn’t be suspicious as he left.

Denethor's hands flew up to try and protect his head belatedly.  He stood, 
wavering on watery legs as his head rung from the force of his collision with the 
stone wall. Before he could back away, the Elf's second blow rendered him to 
his knees driving the breath from his lungs. He could do nothing but gasp for 
breath and attempt to keep the contents of his stomach from spilling across the 
already spoiled floor. Heaving for breath, he remained on his hands and knees 
unable to move away from his attacker. Nodding his acquiesce for now, "I'll 
leave him be," he mumbled, still trying to drag air into his lungs and fight the 
queasiness from the blow to his groin.

“See that you do,” Haldir nodded as he turned on his heel and strode to the door.  
He suddenly felt the need to find Faramir, just to assure himself that he was 
well, and truly was feeling better about the previous day’s confrontation.  He 
knew his lover wouldn’t be happy if he knew what Haldir had just done, but 
there was no way he could have simply stood by and watched the man he loved 
be belittled and hurt day after day.  He pulled on the handle of the door and 
nodded at the guards, waiting to see if they would try to detain him. 

When the doors opened one of the guards turned and saw the Elf exit, and then 
saw Lord Denethor on his knees obviously in pain and a small smirk appeared 
on his face. He turned to the other guard who looked into the chamber and shot 
him an odd look, they closed the doors quickly and smiled at the Lorien Elf. 
"Our job is to guard the door," one of them muttered and the other one bit back 
a snicker.

Haldir smiled and bowed his head slightly before walking down the hall and out 
the main door.  As he stepped into the bright sunlight his eyes automatically 
found Faramir, and he simply stood there watching the man he loved practicing 
with the young rangers, and praying to the Valar that if Faramir ever found out 
what had happened, he would find it in his heart to forgive him.

Faramir felt a familiar feeling wash over him and smiled even as he turned, his 
eyes locking with Haldir's. Moving across the practice area in long strides, he 
met his lover at the low wall. "I didn't think I would see you down here this 
early," he said smiling happily. Haldir had said he would come down to share 
the noon meal with him but that was still hours away. Swinging his legs over 
the wall, he dropped down in front of Haldir and regarded him for a moment, 
"What's wrong, love?" he asked. Haldir seemed... different... though he wasn't 
sure how.

Haldir’s arms slid around Faramir and he buried his face in his lover’s neck, 
sighing contentedly.  “Absolutely nothing, now that I’ve got you back in my 
arms,” he said softly, as his hands rubbed small circles over the small of 
Faramir’s back.  “I know you’re busy….I just wanted to see you for a few 
minutes, and tell you how much I love you.”

Faramir was slightly shocked by Haldir's sudden hug but he returned it happily. 
Wrapping his arms around his lover, he laughed softly, "I'm never too busy for 
you," he said softly, "And I love you too...what brought all this on?" he asked 
pulling back still smiling.

Haldir returned his lover’s smile and felt his heart speed up just from the look of 
love that was reflected back at him from the sparkling blue eyes.  “I was just 
worried about you,” he smiled, as he took both of Faramir’s hands in his own.  
He hoped to avoid the question of where he’d he been for the last half hour, but 
knew that he’d have to tell the truth if his lover asked.  “You were so upset last 
night, and I wanted to make sure you were really all right.”

Faramir took a deep breath and squeezed Haldir's fingers wrapped around his 
own. "I'm fine now...really. I shouldn't have gotten so upset, but I'm glad you 
were there for me. Thank you for that. For..." he trailed off and shrugged, 
unsure how to express exactly what he felt, "for loving me and just...being there 
for me."

Haldir gently pulled his lover closer and placed a tender kiss on his lips.  “I will 
always love you,” he whispered, “and, I will always be here for you, pen velui.”  
Releasing one of Faramir’s hands, he slid an arm back around him and smiled.  
“I must remember to thank Lord Celeborn for sending me to Gondor.  I have 
never been as happy in my life as I am when I look into your eyes.”

Faramir smiled, "I need to thank him too," he said softly. "Do you have 
something you need to do, or do you want to stay down here and help me with 
my recruits? I could use a talented archer like yourself to help with 
them...unfortunately this lot well...the only thing they've ever used a bow for 
was to kill dinner." Faramir explained as they walked back around the low wall 
with their arms around each other's waists.

Haldir laughed softly and watched the recruits for a moment, happy to see that 
Faramir really did seem to be feeling better.  “I’d love to help,” he said as one of 
the young men dropped his sword on his foot and yelped.  “Maybe between the 
two of us, we can finish quickly and have an early lunch on our balcony.”  His 
eyes sparkled and he leaned over to press his lips against his lover’s ear.  “And I 
can feed you a strawberry or two…with my lips.”

Faramir almost giggled, which would have been most inappropriate in front of 
his troops. "That...well..." he blushed brightly and shook his head laughing 
softly. "I like strawberries...but," he leaned in whispering against his lover's ear, 
"I love your lips even more...so I guess we have a goal to work toward?" he 
teased licking gently at the pointed tip of his lover's ear before moving away 
quickly across the arena to gather his bow. Looking back at his lover he smiled 
happily at the look of love and lust shining in Haldir's eyes.

His body still shivering from his lover’s tongue on his ear, Haldir couldn’t stop 
grinning at Faramir as he walked away.  //I can’t believe he loves me….I simply 
can’t believe I’ve been this blessed.//  Wishing he’d brought his own bow, he 
settled instead for borrowing an extra one from one of the recruits, and he and 
his lover spent the rest of the morning trying to help the young men begin their 
training.  He stole several glances at Faramir as the morning wore on, and 
couldn’t keep his heart from pounding faster every time their eyes met.  //I love 
you, seron vell.//
~~~~~~~~~

Haldir placed a final kiss to his lover’s lips as they parted until their usual lunch 
date.  He’d been helping the recruits with their archery training most mornings, 
meeting Faramir for lunch, then spending the afternoons learning more about 
Gondor, since they planned on spending a lot of time both in Gondor and in 
Lorien in the future.  But this morning, there was something else on his mind.  
He would be leaving for the Golden Wood in a few weeks, and couldn’t bear 
the thoughts of going until he’d assured Faramir’s safety.  The only person he 
would trust with that task was Boromir, and Haldir was determined to speak 
with him and impress upon him the seriousness of his request while at the same 
time honoring Faramir’s wishes not to let his brother know the extent of the 
abuse he’d suffered over the years.  And he had one more favor to ask of 
Boromir too.  One he was quite nervous about.

Finding Boromir in the stables just as he was getting ready for his morning 
patrol, he quickly approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.  
“Boromir,” he nodded.  “I was wondering if you had a minute to speak with me 
before your patrol?

Boromir turned as someone grasped his shoulder and he smiled as he heard 
Haldir's voice. "Haldir. Well of course, what do you need?" he asked leaning 
against a railing.

Haldir turned and gestured toward the open stable doors.  “Perhaps we could 
speak in private?  I have….a favor to ask of you.”

Boromir arched an eyebrow and leaned forward pushing away from the railing. 
"Sure," he nodded, leading Haldir across to the small office next to the supply 
rooms that the quartermaster used. "We can talk in here," he said turning to face 
Haldir as he closed the door behind them. "So what kind of favor?"  

Haldir worried his bottom lip for a moment and leaned back against an empty 
shelf.  “I’ve been here almost 6 months now,” he began.  “And I’ve fallen more 
and more in love with your brother every passing day.  I want you to know that.  
I…well, I actually have two favors to ask of you.  The first is directly related to 
the second, but…..”  he took a deep breath and looked down at the ground.  

“I-would-like-your-blessing-to-ask-your-brother-to-bond-with-me.”  Blushing, 
he looked up at Faramir’s brother, not even realizing he was holding his breath.

Boromir quirked his head to the side and looked at Haldir for a moment, "You 
want to try that again? I didn't quite...wait...did you say bond? Ask my 
blessing?" he asked blinking and unsure he had heard Haldir correctly. Surely 
not, I misheard, he thought for a moment and then noticed the blush and near 
worry on the Elf's face. Taking a step closer he looked into the blue eyes staring 
into his own worriedly. "You...you are serious?" he asked carefully.

Haldir released his breath and nodded.  “I am indeed serious,” he said over the 
sound of his heart pounding in his chest.  “He doesn’t know yet, and I don’t 
want him to.  I want to ask him as soon as I return from Lorien.  But I want to 
bind myself to him forever, of that I am sure.”

Boromir's smile spread across his face slowly and he suddenly moved forward 
sweeping Haldir into a tight hug. "You have my blessing...and have no fear, I 
will not tell him, that is your place," he said happily. Drawing back as 
realization dawned on him, his expression turned serious. "Haldir...isn't it well 
highly unusual for Elves to bond with men? I may not have paid much attention 
to my lessons with Mithrandir like Faramir did, but...you...well forever for you 
is different than it is for men."

Haldir returned Boromir’s hug without hesitation, surprising even himself as 
laughed.  He and Faramir’s brother had become friends, but he’d still been 
worried sick that he wouldn’t like him enough to want an Elf to join their 
family.  When Boromir pulled away, Haldir looked him directly in they eyes.  
“No,” he said quietly.  “Once I speak with my Lord and Lady, my forever will 
be the same as Faramir’s.  I….I am half-Elven, Boromir.  My father was a 
mortal man, therefore I can chose to live as a man as my father did, or as an Elf.  
I am choosing to live as a mortal, so that I can live out my life with the man I 
love.”

Boromir gasped softly from Haldir's revelation of his heritage and shook his 
head. "He won't want that, he loves you so much, he won't want you to choose 
that path," Boromir whispered backing away slightly and leaning against the 
small desk. "Have...have you ever talked to Faramir about that...about your 
wishes?" he asked, knowing that Haldir likely had not. He wished that he could 
offer some sort of help to either of them, but what would he do in such a 
situation? Would he if he had the choice not want to watch the one he loved age 
and pass and have to live on without them? Would he want his love to live on if 
they had that opportunity? It was a difficult situation for both of them, and he 
wished that he knew the right words to say, but he did not.

“No.  I haven’t.  Not yet.”  Haldir shook his head and took a deep breath.  “I 
know he won’t want me to do that.  But I cannot image staying as I am and 
watching Faramir age and……and pass.  I want to grow old with him, Boromir.  
I will tell him when the time is right, but my mind is made up.”    Suppressing a 
shiver, he looked down at the floor once again.  “I thought I’d lost him months 
ago – when he was shot with that arrow.  And I realized then that I had no wish 
to live without him.” 

Sadness crept into Boromir's gaze and he nodded in understanding. "I 
understand, it is your choice...I just...I know how stubborn my brother can be," 
he said softly, and then took a deep breath and smiled trying to change the 
subject. "So you and he will in the world of men anyway be married?" he asked 
smiling. "I will be glad to call you brother. You have been good for Faramir. He 
is happier than I've ever seen him, and I know that is because of you," Boromir 
said softly. He felt slightly uncomfortable discussing such things, this was more 
Faramir's realm than his own, but he wanted Haldir to know what he had done 
for his brother just by loving him.

Haldir nodded.  “Yes…We will be married in the eyes of men, and bonded in 
the eyes of the Elves,” he said proudly.  “And everyone will know that I am the 
luckiest creature on all of Arda.”  His smile widened and he pictured his lover’s 
smile – the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen, and the one that made his heart 
beat faster and harder in his chest every time he saw it.  “I was worried that you 
wouldn’t approve, my friend.  But know that his happiness will be focus of my 
life for as long as I live, and I will be honored to call you my brother.”

"Worried I wouldn't approve? Nonsense. I am thrilled for you both. Faramir 
always feared he would never find love, and from what I understand it was you 
who sought him out. Not surprised in the least by that. At first...I did have 
reservations but once I saw the two of you together...once you looked me in the 
eye and told me how much you loved my brother and he told me how he felt 
about you...I understood. I can only hope to find but a small part of what the 
two of you have found," Boromir said softly. Looking back up at Haldir he 
shook his head, "But you did say there was something else you wanted to ask 
me?"

Haldir nodded and smiled at Boromir.  “I believe you will find love, 
mellonamin,” he said softly turning back toward the door.  He knew he had to 
be careful with his next words – he couldn’t betray Faramir’s confidence, but he 
needed to make sure Boromir knew how important this was to them both.  “As I 
said earlier, I must return to Lorien in a few weeks.  I want you to promise me 
that you will watch over Faramir while I’m gone.” He held up a hand and shook 
his head.  “I *know* you are going to say that you always watch over him, 
but….I need you to trust me on this.  I need you to watch him very, very 
carefully, and protect him at all costs from…..from anyone who would try to 
hurt him.  *Anyone* at all.”

Boromir stood up straighter his entire body stiffening slightly at Haldir's words. 
"Do you think that someone will try and harm Faramir again? I for one am not 
entirely convinced that you were the only one being targeted that day," Boromir 
said softly, "The Steward’s sons are as much targets as an ambassador from 
Lorien."

Haldir’s gaze caught Boromir’s and held it for long moments.  “Yes,” he said 
firmly, wishing with all his heart he could tell Boromir exactly who he needed 
to keep an eye on.  //But I cannot betray my promise to Faramir.  He will never 
trust me again if I do.//  “I do think someone will try and harm him again.  And 
if anyone even tries, I will kill them…..whomever it may be.”  Moving closer to 
Faramir’s brother he nodded.  “Anyone who touches him, who harms a hair on 
his head, will feel the tip of my arrow in his heart and see the hatred in my eyes 
as he dies, I swear.  I will stop at nothing to keep him safe.  No matter what the 
consequences are for me afterward, Boromir, I will kill *anyone* who harms 
him.”

Boromir stared into the Elf's eyes seeing *something* some sort of knowledge 
lighting them. "No harm will come to him, you have my word. I will watch over 
him, as will my men, and his own. I love my brother and if any should touch 
him again they will not only endure your wrath but my own," Boromir said his 
eyes never wavering from Haldir's.

“Hannon len,” Haldir said quietly.  “I thank you, Boromir.  I trust you to watch 
over him as I would trust no one else.  I shall not be gone long – less than a 
fortnight, then I will never leave his side again.”  He turned and rested his head 
against wall, swallowing the lump in his throat.  “I would not leave if it could be 
avoided, but I owe an explanation to my Lord and Lady.  Or, at the very least, I 
would ask that Faramir go with me, but my people would not take kindly to an 
unannounced extended visit from someone of another race – especially a man.   
Many of my people see the face of men in a…..lesser light than others, and I 
would not bring your brother into such a situation, not when he is only now 
regaining his self-confidence.”

Boromir nodded understanding fully Haldir's words. His father held such 
bigotry toward the Elves though neither of his sons had inherited that. Frowning 
slightly he crossed to Haldir and put his hand on his shoulder, "Will they accept 
him ever?" he asked. He needed to know.

Having trouble keeping the dreamy smile from his face, Haldir grinned at 
Boromir.  “I have no doubt that they will accept him,” he said.  “Your brother 
has a heart as pure as any Elf.  He has only to smile, and all of Lorien will love 
him as their own.”  Resting his head back against the wall, he sighed.  “Faramir 
is…..quite simply, he’s perfect, Boromir.  The Elves will see that at once.”

Boromir's worry dissipated with Haldir's words and his smile, "Good.   You say 
you are leaving soon...how soon?" he asked curiously. "I only ask because I will 
have to deal with a very depressed younger brother while you are gone," he said 
smiling.

Haldir felt the familiar dread that the thought of leaving his beloved Faramir, 
even to return to the Golden Wood.  “In less than a month,” he said sadly.  “He 
is not the only one who shall be depressed.  I don’t think I will sleep or smile or 
have any appetite at all until I return to him.”  A soft smile returned to his face 
and he looked up at Boromir.  “And the moment I return, I will ask him to bond 
with me.  Do you think he will say yes, Boromir?”

Boromir smiled kindly, "I think he will, he'd be a fool not to," he answered 
softly. "Less than a month remains...then you should make the best of it. He has 
some leave time, and well...since I happen to be his commanding officer, I'd say 
he's taking that time off to spend with you. I'll work him twice as hard while 
you are gone, to try and make up for him missing you so much," he teased. 
"Consider it a betrothal gift," he said softly offering his hand to Haldir.

Haldir’s mouth dropped open and he stared at Boromir for a moment.  Finally 
gathering his wits, he reached out and took the proffered hand.  “I….I….cannot 
thank you enough,” he stammered as his grin spread from ear to ear.  “I hate 
saying goodbye to him every morning, and the days until my departure are 
speeding by too quickly.”  Releasing Boromir’s hand, he wrapped him in a tight 
embrace, the first he’d ever freely given to anyone except Faramir, the certainly 
the first he’d ever initiated.  “Thank you, Boromir.  You will never know how 
much this means to me.  I will make every moment of the next 4 weeks perfect 
for Faramir, I swear.  And when I return, I will make the rest of his life perfect 
as well.”  Pulling away, he placed his hand on the door, and started to leave, 
finding it hard to remain still.  “Starting today?” he asked hopefully.

Boromir returned Haldir's embrace smiling happily and almost laughed as the 
tall blond turned and asked him with such hopefully glee if Faramir's leave 
started today. Shaking his head he chuckled softly, "Yes...go find him...tell I 
don't want to see him down here until the morning that you leave. He has 
orders...he is not to even write a single report until his return to duty," he said 
watching Haldir's smile spread even wider. He knew that first day would be 
most difficult on Faramir and he would request that he work by his side that 
day.

Haldir laughed and threw open the door, practically running out into the stables 
in his haste to get to his lover.  “Thank you, Boromir!” he called back over his 
shoulder.  “Thank you for this!  I will find a way to repay you one day!”

Boromir laughed as he watched the normally poised and graceful Elf race out of 
the small office and leaned against the doorframe smiling happily. He raised his 
hand and waved as Haldir raced away to find his brother. "Just take care of him, 
just make him happy...*that* is all the payment I ever want, Haldir," he 
whispered to himself. After a moment he stepped out of the doorway and 
headed back to the stable. He still had a patrol to lead. And apparently he'd be 
giving sword lessons to the young recruits the next four weeks in his brother’s 
stead. "Thalen!" he called to one of the lieutenants. //Now what was that 
Mithrandir always said about delegating?//
~~~
~~~~~~~~~~

Haldir ran onto the practice field where Faramir was training, barely able to 
contain his excitement. As usual, Faramir sensed him before he was even in 
sight, and was already smiling at him as he hurried onto the field. He tried to 
make his expression serious as he walked up to his lover. “Seron vell,” he asked 
quietly so the men wouldn’t hear. “Could I speak to you alone for a moment?”

Faramir looked at Haldir oddly; "Of course...why were you running?" he asked 
almost laughing. Haldir seemed to be almost beside himself with happiness and 
it was infectious, causing Faramir to smile, though he had no idea why. "What 
is it?" he asked, following Haldir into the small room he used as an office.

Haldir wrapped his arms around his lover and nipped gently at his neck. “I have 
been talking to your brother,” he said, running his tongue just behind Faramir’s 
ear. “Who also happens to be your captain. And he asked me when I would be 
returning to Lorien.” He paused, closing his eyes and letting himself get 
distracted by the sweet taste of his lover’s skin. 

No sooner had the door closed, did Haldir have his arms around him, which 
Faramir returned the gesture immediately. He listened to his lover speaking 
between teasing kisses, "Yes?" he questioned, wondering where Haldir was 
going with all of this.

“What?” Haldir said, remembering where he was. “Oh, yes…your brother.” 
//As he soon shall be my brother too when ……and *if* you agree to bond with 
me…// He pulled back to stare into his lover’s eyes. “And he 
suggested……..no, actually, he *ordered*, you to forego your duties for as long 
as I am here.” Running his tongue across his lover’s lips, the Silvan Elf smiled. 
“Are you interested in spending a lot of free time with me, pen velui? For an 
entire month?”

"Really?" Faramir asked happily, his smile matching Haldir's. "I am quite 
interested, love. Starting tomorrow?" he asked hopefully. He would have to 
thank Boromir later. His brother knew that Haldir was leaving soon. The fact 
that he gave them this gift of time told Faramir that he had truly accepted their 
relationship.

Haldir pressed his lips to his lover’s. “No, seron vell,” he laughed. “Starting 
*now*. Unless you’d rather wait until tomorrow? In that case I’m sure I can 
read or take one of the horses out for the afternoon…”

"Now?" Faramir pulled back to look into Haldir's eyes. "Now?" he asked still in 
shock then he heard swords clashing outside in the practice area. He gave Haldir 
an odd look and pulled the door open to see Thalen working with his students. 
The young lieutenant smiled at him and Faramir closed the door again. "Now," 
he murmured, smiling happily and pulling Haldir into his arms. "Remind me to 
thank my brother later," he said before his lips found his lover's for a deep kiss. 
He had no idea what had prompted Boromir to do this, but he was glad that he 
had.

Haldir’s fingers tangled gently in his lover’s hair and he sighed into the kiss. His 
free arm pulled Faramir closer and he lost himself in the sweet embrace for long 
minutes. “I am yours to command, my captain,” he whispered against kiss-
swollen lips. “Anything you want to do, anytime, anywhere.”

Faramir smiled his own hands tangling in long blond locks. "Well then, why 
don't we go back to our room and let Thalen out there have this office should he 
need it?" He said softly, as he gazed into beautiful blue eyes.

“As always, my love,” Haldir said, unable to resist a final gentle kiss to his 
lover’s lips, “your wish is my command.” Reaching down to take Faramir’s 
hand, he gave it a soft squeeze. “We can go back to our room and….well, what 
did you have in mind, my love? Watch the fire? Invite the guards in and talk to 
them for a few hours? Nap?”

Faramir laughed, "Well as good as those ideas are," he whispered, "I think I’d 
much rather slowly remove each item of clothing you have on, and lay you 
down across our bed...and... I think perhaps we might be able to come up with 
something from there, don't you?" he asked softly, feeling a blush stain his 
cheeks.

Haldir’s eyes sparkled and he felt his entire body shiver with desire. “Oh, I 
think we can definitely figure something out,” he grinned, brining Faramir’s 
fingers up to his lips for a soft kiss. “Remind me to thank your brother again. I 
already did once, but….well it just doesn’t seem like enough for such a precious 
gift. But that can come later. Right now, I just want to hurry back to our room 
and feel you inside me. Feel you again and again, harder and faster, and 
deeper…”

Faramir's face blushed deeper and he practically pulled Haldir out the door of 
the small office and back toward their chambers. They hurried along the 
marbled lanes, and avoided as many people as they possibly could on their way. 
Rounding a corner halfway to their room, Faramir pulled his lover into one of 
the small gardens. Backing against the wall, he pulled Haldir close for a deep 
kiss, unable to wait until they reached their room. "I love you," he whispered 
against soft lips, before kissing him deeply. The heat and sweetness of his 
lover's mouth almost his undoing already. Faramir's hands roamed along 
Haldir's back, pressing him closer until finally he had to draw away for a 
gasping breath. "Sorry, I couldn't wait until we got to our room to taste your lips 
again," he whispered breathily.

Haldir smiled and wrapped one arm around his lover, pulling him closer. 
Leaning in to gently nip at kiss-swollen lips, he rested one hand on Faramir’s 
back as the other carded though his hair. “I was just thinking that our room 
seemed awfully far away,” he whispered as he stared into sparkling blue eyes. 
Moving his hand over Faramir’s back, he pulled him closer, moaning softly as 
he felt his lover’s rigid shaft pressing against his thigh. Reaching down to brush 
his hand over the hard column of flesh, he nibbled Faramir’s ear and sighed. 
“Have I told you today how much I love and adore you, seron vell?”

"Mmmm, you might have...don't mind hearing it again though," Faramir 
whispered, as a shiver ran through his body and he pressed his arousal against 
his lover's hand. Turning slightly, Faramir's lips brushed against Haldir's neck in 
soft kisses that trailed across the smooth skin to his earlobe. Nibbling gently on 
the soft flesh, he smiled as he felt his lover shudder against him. Pressing his 
thigh forward against the thick shaft, he smiled again as he heard a sharp intake 
of breath.

Haldir’s heart was pounding in his chest so hard, he was sure the guards on the 
other side of Gondor could hear it if they tried. “Gods, love,” he whispered, 
“You drive me crazy, did you know that?” His hand began stroking Faramir’s 
arousal and his felt his own twitch in anticipation as his hips pressed forward, 
trying desperately to gain some friction against his lover’s thigh. //You have no 
idea how much I love to see you looking at me like that pen velui. Or how 
beautiful you really are. No idea at all.// 

Faramir smiled happily as Haldir spoke and then looked around the small 
garden. It was fairly overgrown, and one of the lesser used. His smile turned 
into a somewhat wicked grin and he leaned forward, nuzzling at Haldir's neck. 
"I don't want to wait until we get back to our room," he whispered against his 
lover's ear, even as his fingers traveled to the laces of Haldir's breeches.

Haldir’s breath escaped in a low hiss and his eyes widened. Without a second 
thought, his own fingers moved over Faramir’s laces and began untying them as 
quickly as his shaking fingers could allow. “I like the way you think,” he 
murmured, pressing his lips against his lover’s neck and sucking gently. His 
fingers finally freed Faramir’s shaft and he gently squeezed the hard length as 
he drew in a ragged breath.

Moaning softly as Haldir's long fingers wrapped around his aching cock, 
Faramir struggled for focus and finally managed to tug the last lace away and 
wrap his own fingers around the pulsing length of his lover. Stroking slowly, his 
hips automatically thrust into Haldir's grasp. Drawing back slightly, his lips 
found Haldir's again and he was soon lost in a searing kiss. One hand struggled 
slightly to shove his own breeches down past his hips and he drew away to drag 
in a deep breath. "I want you inside me," he murmured softly. 

Biting his lip as his lover’s hand worked his arousal, Haldir buried his face in 
Faramir’s neck and felt his entire body flush with desire.  "Gods, yes, love,” he 
whispered. “I want to feel you surrounding me.” Eyeing the low wall just 
behind his lover, he guided them both toward it, loving the way Faramir 
automatically trusted him and didn’t even look to see where they were going. 
Judging the stone wall to be just the right height, he slid his own tunic down his 
shoulders and spread it over the cold stone, then urged his lover to rest against 
it. He quickly slid Faramir’s breeches down long legs as his hips continued 
thrusting forward into his lover’s hand and felt his heart speed up as Faramir's 
legs parted before him. Bringing two fingers to slide between his own lips, he 
quickly laved them with his tongue and slid them over Faramir’s tight, puckered 
entrance. “I want to see your beautiful face as I make love to you,” he 
whispered as one finger slid carefully past the tight guardian muscle and inside 
his lover’s body.

Faramir drank in the sight of his lover, his skin shining golden in the sunlight. 
As he eased down onto the low wall, he smiled up into sparkling eyes shining 
with love. He watched as Haldir's fingers disappeared past kiss-swollen lips and 
felt his heart pounding in his chest. He moaned softly as a slick finger slid 
inside him slowly. Shifting his hips slightly, he felt the finger delve deeper, as 
his own hand continued to stroke his lover's hard length. His body felt as if it 
was on fire and he lost himself in the look of love radiating from his lover’s 
eyes.

Working his finger deep inside tight heat, Haldir steadied Faramir on the wall 
with his free hand and closed his eyes. As his lover’s body began to relax, 
Haldir’s lips found his and he kissed him with all the love and tenderness that 
filled his heart every time Faramir looked at him. He pressed a second finger in 
beside the first as he continued to explore his lover’s mouth, countless moans 
and gasps from both their lips being lost in the kiss. Pulling away to draw in a 
hitching breath, he slid his fingers from the tight heat and wrapped both arms 
around his love. The tip of his cock, already wet and leaking from his own 
desire, pressed against Faramir’s stretched entrance and he pulled back to look 
into lust darkened blue eyes. “I love you, seron vell,” he whispered softly as he 
pressed forward.

Faramir whimpered softly as Haldir withdrew his fingers, but as his slick cock 
pressed against him, he moaned. "I love you, too," he moaned as the thick shaft 
breached him. Wrapping his arms and legs around his lover, Faramir buried his 
face against Haldir's neck, kissing and sucking the sweat slick skin. Arching 
against his lover, he tried to regain some sort of control as Haldir began to 
move, but he was completely lost. Everything that he was, everything he ever 
wanted, ever needed was right there in his arms. Tipping his head back, he 
opened his eyes and watched his lover's face, completely entranced by the look 
of love and lust he found in deep blue eyes.

Haldir’s hands ran over smooth skin as he gently began to thrust into his lover’s 
body in a slow and steady rhythm. He’d waited thousands of years to feel this 
kind of connection, and had honestly given up on ever finding it, yet he found it 
again and again every time Faramir looked into his eyes. Holding his love close, 
he found that he couldn’t bear to look away. Surrounded by Faramir in every 
way possible, he was completely lost in their love, forgetting everything and 
everyone else on the face of Arda. One hand slid between their bodies and 
grasped his lover’s arousal, which was already dripping clear fluid over Haldir’s 
stomach, leaving his skin feeling hot and tight as his thrusts grew faster, harder, 
and more erratic.

Crying out as Haldir's hand wrapped around his aching flesh, Faramir's body 
felt as if he were being consumed in fire. One hand slid up to bury in thick 
blond hair and he leaned in, claming his lover's lips in a deep kiss. Time seemed 
to stand still for a long moment as his body began to shudder. He broke away 
from the kiss to drag in a deep breath just as his release washed over him. 
Crying out his lover's name, he felt his muscles convulse around the thick shaft 
buried deep within him. He felt warmth wrap around him and he held onto his 
lover tightly as his body trembled in the wake of release.

Haldir buried his face against Faramir’s neck as already tight muscles around 
his organ became even tighter, demanding his release. A muffled cry fell from 
his lips and he thrust up one final time, feeling his release hit him hard, thick, 
ropey jets of fluid pulsing deep inside his lover as they clung to each other and 
moaned. He knew without even opening his eyes that they were both glowing 
with a golden light as their faers wound around each other and joined for the 
briefest of moments. ~~I love you, my beloved Faramir. If you can hear me, or 
feel me, know that I love you with all my heart.~~

~~And I love you, I can feel you, hear you, always my love. I am yours, all that 
I am, is yours.~~ Faramir clung to Haldir as his body still trembled from 
release. Feeling completely boneless and spent, he rested his head against 
Haldir's strong chest, smiling as he listened to the rapid heartbeat that matched 
his own. Finally drawing away, he looked up into sparkling blue eyes, "It's as if 
I spent my entire life waiting to come alive, and now with you...I feel more alive 
than I could ever imagine...when I'm with you the weight of the world feels like 
nothing. I know...I know you are worried about leaving in the coming weeks, 
but know that I won't forget the way you love me...the way your skin feels 
against mine. Your heartbeat next to my ear...I will be waiting for you, always," 
Faramir said shakily.

Tears sprang to Haldir’s eyes and he held his lover even tighter, thinking that 
Faramir might very well be the stronger one of them, even though he didn’t yet 
realize it. He pulled back and stared into his lover’s eyes through his tears. 
Smiling, he let one hand reach up to gently rest on Faramir’s cheek. “I have 
been worried sick,” he said softly, as his eyes traveled over the beloved face. 
“My life will be on hold from the minute I leave your arms until I return to them 
for good. Just...just please promise me that you mean it….that you’ll never, ever 
forget the way I love you. I couldn’t bear it if you stopped loving me for even 
one second, seron vell. It would break my heart.”

Faramir smiled softly as he brushed at a silver tear that escaped perfect blue 
eyes, "I promise," he whispered feeling tears prickle at his own eyes. "You are 
my very life, and I am so glad that my brother gave us this gift of time before 
you leave. Here you were, so worried he didn't like you...and he does this. I had 
no idea he would offer us this chance. You were right earlier when you said you 
needed to thank him, I need to thank him too. This...being with you as much as I 
can before you leave...will mean more to me than anything," he said softly. 
Even he couldn't believe Boromir had given them this time together.

“We’ll both thank him before I leave,” Haldir smiled as he carefully slid from 
his lover’s body and knelt before him, avoiding adding that this time together 
was a betrothal gift from his brother. He gently cleaned them both with the edge 
of his discarded tunic, then urged Faramir to stand. He worked his lover’s 
breeches back up long legs and laced them, placing a soft kiss just below his 
navel before tying the final lace and standing up and lacing his own. Wrapping 
his arm around Faramir’s waist, he sighed happily “But for now, since we both 
have all this free time on our hands, maybe we could go back to our room, curl 
up on the balcony for a few hours and have a nice, long nap? That is, *if* we 
can manage to get to our room…I wouldn’t object at all if we got sidetracked 
again…”

Faramir watched Haldir with a soft smile on his lips as his lover tenderly cared 
for him and helped put his clothing back to rights. Taking his lover's hand, he 
leaned in and kissed Haldir softly. "I don't think I'd have a problem with getting 
sidetracked either, but a nap on the balcony sounds wonderful too," he grinned. 
Picking up the discarded tunic he grinned. "Plus having to watch you walk back 
upstairs without this...well...I'm not entirely sure we will make it to our room," 
he teased pressing a soft kiss against Haldir's shoulder.

“Promises, promises,” Haldir laughed as he leaned in and nibbled on Faramir’s 
ear. “Of course, I could just unlace those breeches of yours again, sink my lips 
around you again and again, until you’re hard and aching, *then* we could head 
back upstairs. I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t make it to the room for quite some 
time, but it would be well worth it.” Leering at his lover, the Silvan Elf licked 
his lips and arched his eyebrows, trying not to laugh.

Faramir's eyes widened and he laughed softly, "Gods...I'm not sure I'll survive 
the next four weeks!" he teased, wrapping his arm around Haldir's waist as they 
started to move back toward their room. Their progress was impeded greatly 
because they kept stopping at every alcove they happened across, to kiss and 
touch one another. Naps are highly overrated anyway, Faramir thought as they 
finally made it back to their room, barely able to get the door closed before 
various pieces of clothing were removed hastily and they fell in a tangle of arms 
and legs upon their bed.
~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faramir found himself stealing glances at his lover as they rode side by side. 
The sunlight at Haldir's back made him look even more beautiful and Faramir 
found that he was having a hard time concentrating on the terrain ahead of them. 
Thankfully his horse knew the area well enough. Looking toward the Druadan 
Forest ahead in the distance he wondered how different it was from the Golden 
Wood that Haldir loved so much. "I'm glad we chose today to ride, it turned out 
beautiful even after the rains last night."

Turning to smile at Faramir, Haldir pulled his mount to a stop and nodded.  “It 
is beautiful,” he agreed.  “Everything here is exceptionally lovely…especially a 
certain captain I happen to be madly in love with.”  Laughing softly as his lover 
blushed, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss to Faramir’s lips.  “I wonder if 
there would be any Ents in your forest watching if we made love under the 
trees?” he teased, “though when you look at me like that, I find that I don’t 
really care if they *do* watch.”

Faramir laughed even as he returned the gentle kiss, "I guess there is only one 
way to find out," he grinned dismounting and watching as Haldir did the same. 
Moving in front of their horses Faramir took Haldir's hand in his, bringing it up 
to his lips. "I think Boromir is going to regret giving me all this time off, I think 
I'm getting lazy," he teased as they walked toward a small stream to allow their 
horses to drink. There were a few trees lining the edge of the stream and it 
looked like a perfect spot to just spend the afternoon together.

Haldir laughed and squeezed Faramir’s hand.  It was becoming harder and 
harder *not* to ask him to bond every time their eyes met, but he was 
determined to wait until he returned from the Golden Wood.  He was almost 
afraid that through their still unexplained connection, Faramir would know what 
he was thinking, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.  “Love,” he smiled, “you 
work harder in a week than most people do in a month.  I think you more than 
deserve a rest.  You have no idea how grateful I am to your brother for giving us 
this time.”

"I am too. Never pegged Boromir as a romantic soul," Faramir grinned. Taking 
Haldir's hand in his as he led him, Faramir began walking backwards toward 
one of the trees. He was still grinning when Haldir stopped and his smile 
disappeared, before he could think Haldir had pulled him closer. Turning 
slightly in his lover's arms Faramir's grin slipped away as he saw what Haldir 
had. A body, lying face down partially in the stream.

Haldir’s Elven senses took over and he stood perfectly still, his only movement 
to pull Faramir closer as he looked and listened to the forest around them.  After 
a moment, he released his breath and relaxed his hold on his lover.  “There’s no 
one else around,” he said as he stared at the body.  Taking Faramir’s hand once 
again, he used the toe of his boot to turn the body over.  “Do you know him?” 

As Faramir's eyes scanned the body his eyes widened as he saw the silver hilted 
dagger strapped to the man's leg. Looking closer he realized that he was looking 
at the body of the man who had tried to kill Haldir, and had almost killed him. 
His grip on Haldir's hand tightened as he spoke. "It...it is him...the man who 
tried to kill you in the woods that day," he murmured as he stared at the lifeless 
form. The image of the man fleeing as he collapsed in Haldir's arms replayed 
through his memory.

Haldir’s free arm moved back around his lover’s waist as they backed away 
from the body.  “The coward who hurt you instead,” he hissed, as he glared at 
the body, and forced himself to refrain from kicking at the lifeless form.  He’d 
spent countless hours while Faramir was working trying to track the man down, 
but he’d left no clues behind, and no one seemed to know who the mysterious 
almost-assassin had been.  “We need to tell….someone,” he said quietly.  “I am 
only sorry I did not get to kill him myself for hurting you.  I had looked forward 
to finding him and making him pay for your pain.”

Faramir looked into Haldir's eyes and shook his head, "He has paid for it. We all 
pay for wrongs one way or another," he said softly. "We need to tell Boromir, 
some of his men have been making inquiries about what happened that day 
trying to find him," Faramir said tilting his head toward the body. Moving back 
toward the horses Faramir cast one final look at the man who had almost ended 
his life. Frowning as he mounted his horse beside Haldir they headed back 
toward the training grounds where they would find Boromir. The man didn't 
appear to be wounded, though Faramir nor Haldir had taken a very close look. 
He just...seemed asleep though he most certainly was not.
~~
Hours later, Haldir and Faramir sat on the balcony, watching as the sun slid 
behind the distant mountains.  “You’re right, you know,” Haldir said softly as 
he carded his fingers through his lover’s hair and remembered Boromir’s men 
bringing the body back to the city.  “What you said earlier…..Everyone *does* 
pay for the wrongs they do in life.  I just wanted to be the one to make him 
suffer as you suffered.”  //Just as your father will one day pay for hurting you, 
seron vell.//

Faramir nodded and curled closer to Haldir, "I know, I'd feel the same way had 
it been you. I wonder...I don't know why he was killed though, it seems like 
there is a piece missing somewhere. I can't get it out of my head, they said he'd 
been poisoned. Obviously his line of work would put him in situations like 
that...he had to have trusted whoever it was...it just doesn't make sense to me," 
he trailed off closing his eyes and shook his head. "Sorry, love...I don't mean to 
keep puzzling over it. He's dead and hopefully this means that whoever hired 
him has given up."

Haldir’s fingers trailed lightly over his lover’s back and he sighed.  “I know, 
pen velui,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss to Faramir’s forehead.  “It has been 
on my mind also.  I cannot think who would want me dead.  I know some may 
not approve of their captain being with an Elf, but I can’t imagine they would 
take things this far.”

Faramir snuggled closer to his lover and buried his face against his neck. 
"Maybe it's over now...I hope it is. Nothing has happened in months so maybe 
that is a good sign? Neither of us will have to worry as much while we are 
apart," he said softly hoping that his words were true. He could not imagine his 
life without Haldir now. It would destroy him completely if he ever lost him. 
"Just...please be careful on your way to Lorien and back...please?" he asked 
knowing the question was silly. Knowing that Haldir could no easier control the 
fates than he could the weather.

Haldir smiled and buried his face in his lover’s soft hair.  “I’ll be careful, love,” 
he said softly.  “I have someone waiting for me now….someone I can’t wait to 
return to.  I’d never take a chance on making you feel the way I felt when….”  
Pausing, he shivered and took a deep breath, closing his eyes.  “When I thought 
I’d lost you.  I couldn’t bear the thoughts of you going through that.”

Faramir frowned, "I don't ever want to know that feeling," he murmured softly. 
Pulling back slightly he placed his hands on either side of Haldir's face and 
smiled softly as his lover's eyes opened to look into his own. "I am here thanks 
in no small part to you. If you hadn't been there to call me back, to draw me 
back with your love, I would not be here now. Let's not think of it anymore, 
love," he whispered as he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss against 
perfect lips.

Sighing into the kiss, Haldir ran his tongue along his lover’s lips.  “As usual, 
you’re right,” he whispered.  “Let’s not think about it.”  Pulling Faramir closer, 
he relaxed and nuzzled against his lover’s neck.  “But…you know….Our 
connection seems to be getting stronger every day.  Have you felt it?  I 
mean….I can feel you even when we’re not making love sometimes now.  I can 
feel you when you enter a room, or when you need me.  It’s warm, and safe, and 
it’s like nothing I’ve ever imagined.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir spoke of their connection. "I know...I feel it too. I 
know whenever you are near, I can *feel* you before I ever see you...makes it 
damn annoying to try and sneak up on you," he teased laughing softly. After a 
moment he looked up into dazzling blue eyes, "I've never experienced anything 
like this. As children Boromir and I could sense one another...he always seemed 
to just know if I had a nightmare, and I always seemed to know if he needed 
me...but not like this. Nothing can even come close to describing what I feel 
with you. I can even hear your thoughts sometimes...*feel* them I guess more 
than hear them," he said softly. "Is it common with Elves?" he asked curiously. 
He had read about Elves and Mithrandir had taught him much about them, but 
something like this…how did one explain it to begin with? He certainly 
couldn't.

Haldir drug his gaze away from his lover and looked up at the stars.  “I have 
heard of this among some of the elder Elves,” he said quietly.  “But never this 
clear or powerful, and never between an Elf and a man.  I didn’t think it was 
possible for a man feel it though….and since I’m only Half-Elven, I’m surprised 
that I can feel it at all.”

Faramir looked at Haldir for a moment shocked by his words, "Half-Elven?" he 
asked surprise evident in his voice. "I certainly wouldn't have ever known had 
you not told me," he whispered softly watching Haldir's eyes sparkle in the 
moonlight. Something seemed to niggle in the back of his mind about Half-
Elves but he couldn't remember what it was. Too many years and too many 
lessons blurred in his memory. Giving up on the thought he rested his head 
against Haldir's shoulder. "Maybe we are just fated, it doesn't matter if we are 
Elf and man we are just meant to be. My mother once said that love knows no 
bounds, that it was never ending, she said that even after death the bond of love 
carried on. She told Boromir and I that before she passed when we were 
children," he said softly.

Haldir smiled, pulling their blanket snugly over his lover’s body.  He could hear 
the longing in Faramir’s voice as he spoke of his mother and closed his eyes.  
“Your mother was very wise, seron vell,” he whispered.  “Love  - real, true, 
endless love – does know no bounds.  And I have no doubt that that is what we 
have.  I only hope that she knew this kind of love as well, or knows it now, at 
least.”  He could not imagine anyone truly loving Denethor, but then again, he 
could not imagine that a pig like Denethor would be able to sire such a gentle 
son as his beloved Faramir either.  

Faramir closed his eyes and snuggled under the blanket unconsciously. His hand 
trailed down the front of Haldir's unlaced tunic, and slipped inside against warm 
smooth skin.  He grinned as he heard and felt his lover take a deep breath. "I 
believe that too, that our love is true and endless...I will love you forever," he 
murmured softly as he pushed his lover's tunic further open and pressed a soft 
kiss over Haldir's heart.

Haldir’s arms tightened around his lover in a fierce hug and he felt his heart 
swell with love.  “My beautiful captain,” he said softly, pressing his lips against 
Faramir’s temple, and feeling the remnants of old scars underneath his 
fingertips.  “I will love you forever as well.  I wish we had met under different 
circumstances, but I thank the Valar we finally found each other.”
  
Looking up at his lover Faramir smiled, "I cannot believe you sought me out 
that evening, but I know that fortune had smiled on me that night. I never 
thought I would find this...find you," he said softly leaning in to press his lips 
against smooth skin again, trailing his lips and tongue lower to a dark nipple, 
teasing it gently with teeth and tongue. He felt a jolt pass through his body as he 
heard Haldir moan softly. Shifting until he straddled his lover's lap Faramir 
leaned back to work the dark tunic over his lover's head. Smiling as golden 
locks cascaded across broad shoulders, shining in the moonlight. //So 
beautiful.// Leaning in again he began kissing a slow trail down Haldir's neck 
and across his collarbones.

Haldir’s body reacted at once to his lover’s touch and another low moan fell 
from his lips.  He knew that *he* was the lucky one, not Faramir.  Faramir had 
been through so much, yet he loved more purely and deeply than Haldir had any 
right to wish for, and the Silvan Elf knew he would give his life to protect that 
precious gift.  As soft lips trailed over his skin, Haldir’s hand moved up to 
tangle gently in his lover’s hair and he felt his heart beat faster and harder in his 
chest.   

Faramir's hands moved slowly mapping his lover's muscular chest, committing 
to memory the feel of smooth skin over firm muscles. Lowering his head he 
continued to retrace the path his hands had taken with his lips, imprinting the 
taste and texture of his lover's skin on his memory. They only had a few short 
weeks left before Haldir had to leave and he found that each day he needed to 
store away more moments, more memories, fearing that this might be his only 
chance. He was so afraid something would happen to Haldir on his trip back to 
Lorien, their world was a dangerous one, and he feared each and every day that 
he would never see his lover again. Trying to push those thoughts out of his 
mind he continued to tease more soft moans from Haldir. Pulling away for a 
moment he tugged his own tunic over his head and tossed it to the floor.

As soon as Faramir’s tunic was discarded, Haldir’s hands greedily moved over 
his body.  //You are breathtaking, seron vell.  Everything I have ever dreamed of 
and so, so much more.//  His arousal pressed against Faramir’s inner thigh and 
he felt his breath hitch in his throat, feeling needy and aching as soft kisses 
continued to rain over his skin.  “Gods, love,” he whimpered.  “Please don’t 
stop.”

As Haldir's hands moved over his skin Faramir sucked in a breath of air, biting 
his lower lip for a moment before leaning forward again to kiss his lover. He 
smiled as Haldir asked him not to stop and continued to tease his lover with soft 
kisses and gentle nips. His own breath was coming in short gasps and his hips 
moved unconsciously seeking friction against his aching arousal. Sliding back 
off of Haldir's lap he settled on his knees between his lover's and began working 
the laces of his breeches. Soon Haldir’s arousal was freed and without waiting a 
moment longer Faramir's mouth sunk around the hard shaft. The taste of his 
lover was intoxicating and the feel of warm velvet encased steel within his 
mouth drug a low moan from within.

Haldir’s entire body shivered as delicious heat slid down his shaft.  His fingers 
curled in his lover’s hair as his other hand clenched around the blanket that was 
falling off the side of their chair.  His hips began moving slightly as Faramir 
made love to him with his mouth and even the cool night air seemed warmer all 
of a sudden.  Full lips moved smoothly over his aching flesh he felt his cock 
twitch and leak onto his lover’s tongue.  “Please, love,” he moaned.  “Just…..oh 
by the Valar… please, seron vell.”

Faramir continued to take his lover's hard shaft deep into his mouth, feeling it 
touch the back of his throat he swallowed, his muscles constricting around the 
hard length. Drawing his lips back to the tip and circling with his tongue he 
urged Haldir to raise up so he could drag his breeches down and off. Slipping 
two fingers into his mouth alongside his lover's shaft he felt his lover shudder 
under him as he withdrew them and slowly began to circle the tight entrance. A 
single digit slowly slipped inside as his lips sunk around the hard shaft again, 
reveling in the beautiful sounds his lover made.

Haldir’s legs spread further apart and he bit his lip as a slick finger slid deep 
inside his body.  He loved being taken by Faramir, and loved that Faramir 
wanted him that way, and was no longer hesitatant to show it.  His hips shifted 
again, moving between the heat of his lover’s mouth on his arousal and the 
delving finger that was working inside him.   He felt the tight muscle around the 
probing digit loosen as his body relaxed around the welcome intrusion and he 
was suddenly begging for more.  “Gods, meleth,” he murmured.  “I need you.”

Faramir felt as if all of the blood in his body had rushed to his groin as Haldir 
whimpered. Drawing back and giving a final swipe with his tongue across the 
tip of his lover's cock he quickly unlaced his own breeches, gasping as his 
aching length was freed. Reaching under the chair he found a small bottle of oil 
that they had left there the night before and quickly spread the slick fluid over 
himself. Shifting positions he pressed forward, the tip of his shaft slipping 
inside his lover slowly, until he was buried deep within the tight channel. 
Closing his eyes he fought for control of himself as the tight muscles gripped 
him. "Gods, so tight," he murmured softly. 

Haldir eyes fell shut as he felt himself being stretched and slowly filled by his 
lover’s thick length.  His legs wrapped around Faramir’s waist and his body 
quickly adjusted, pulling the slick shaft even further in until full and heavy sacs 
rested against his skin.  Drawing in a hitching breath, he opened his eyes and 
looked up into Faramir’s lust-filled gaze.  He shifted his hips, urging his lover to 
move, as he reached up and pulled already kiss swollen lips down to his own for 
a deep kiss.  “Love me,” he whispered softly.  “Please, seron vell…just love 
me.”

"Always" Faramir whispered against perfect lips as his body began to move. 
Drawing his hips back he thrust forward again setting a slow pace, their bodies 
moving together in perfect unison. Haldir's legs wrapped around him tighter and 
his lips trailed down to his lover's neck, marking and then soothing the reddened 
skin with his tongue as they moved together. Faramir's hand drifted down 
Haldir's chest, his fingertips circling lower and lower until wrapping around the 
rigid flesh between them. Stroking him slowly in time with their movements he 
felt warmth surrounding them, wrapping around their bodies. Opening his eyes 
and watching his lover beneath him, his breath caught. It was as if Haldir's skin 
glowed in the silver moonlight, and Faramir felt any measure of control start to 
slip.

Crying out softly as his arousal was enclosed in his lover’s tight grip, Haldir felt 
the familiar sensation of love and light wrapping around them.  His own hands 
moved over every inch of Faramir’s body he could reach and his breath became 
faster and harder, almost in time with the deep thrusts that caused white flashes 
of light to dance behind his eyes.  He caught and held Faramir’s gaze, enthralled 
by the beauty of his lover’s face as he sought his release.  The thrusts suddenly 
became deeper he knew both their releases were near.  Clenching his body 
around the shaft delving deep inside him, the Silvan Elf’s fingers closed on his 
lover’s hips and he thrust forward, feeling himself spill over the long fingers 
that continued to stroke him to completion. 

Entranced as he watched his lover beneath him Faramir felt as if he were 
drowning in sensation. Moaning softly as his blood hummed in his veins, his 
muscles tensing as his release drew near. As his lover's muscles clenched 
around him, he lost the last measure of control and cried out thrusting deep one 
last time and felt himself spill inside tight heat. Gasping for breath as his body 
shuddered from his release Faramir collapsed forward onto his lover pressing 
soft breathless kisses across lips, cheek, chin, and closed eyelids. "I love you," 
he whispered as he clung to his lover while his heart raced in his chest.

Haldir held his lover close, feeling their hearts beating as one.  His legs slid 
down Faramir’s and he wrapped himself around the one person on all of Arda 
he knew without a doubt he’d love forever.  Their sweat-slicked skin began to 
cool in the evening air and he smiled as countless butterfly kisses were rained 
over his face.  “I love you too, meleth,” he whispered as he pulled the blanket 
back over them both.  He felt as if he could never hold Faramir close enough, or 
long enough; could never make him feel how very loved and cherished he truly 
was.  “Melithon chen uireb.  I will love you forever.”

Shifting his hips and slipping from his lover's body Faramir settled into Haldir's 
embrace and smiled as he rested his head against his lover's chest. "I will love 
you forever too," he whispered in return as his heart rate began to return to 
normal. Twining his fingers with Haldir's he drew them to his lips and kissed 
them gently. "I don't even want to move, want to stay wrapped up in your arms 
always," he murmured sleepily.

Haldir relaxed completely as he watched his lover’s fingers curl around his own, 
something that never, ever failed to make him happy and drain the last bit of 
tension from his body, no matter what the circumstances.  “Then we will sleep 
here,” he said softly, knowing that if Faramir asked him to fly, he would find a 
way to grow wings….he could, quite simply, deny him nothing.  Snuggling 
closer, Haldir’s own eyes fell shut and he rested his chin on top of his lover’ s 
head.  //Sleep well, my beautiful love.//

"Sweet dreams, love," Faramir murmured as he began to drift into his dreams. 
His last thoughts were of Haldir's love. It was the only thing is this world he 
wanted. Nothing else, absolutely nothing but him.

Haldir followed his lover into his own dreams – dreams always of the two of 
them together, Faramir’s laughter and sparkling eyes making Haldir feel like the 
luckiest creature on the face of Arda…which was exactly what he was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faramir found himself afraid to close his eyes, afraid to let sleep claim him 
because with the coming of dawn so would Haldir's leaving. He had found 
himself dreading that day, would wake each morning wishing for one more day 
with Haldir. He knew it wasn't forever, only a fortnight, but his heart already 
ached with the thoughts of him leaving. His fingers were wrapped in the golden 
silk strands of his lover's hair as he stared into blue eyes sparkling in the dying 
firelight. "I knew this day would come but now that it is here I'm finding it hard 
to not beg to go with you," he whispered.

Haldir’s hand rested lightly on Faramir’s face, the pad of his thumb gently 
trailing over his lover’s lips as he tried desperately to memorize every beloved 
line and curve.  He too, was afraid to close his eyes, and already felt as if his 
heart would break with the coming of the morning light.  If only he could be 
sure the Elves would allow a man passage into Lorien; that they would not call 
Haldir a fool in front of Faramir when he told them he wanted to formally bond 
with a mortal man.  His arms already ached as he thought of leaving Faramir 
behind, but thanked the Valar that at least he’d chosen a time when Boromir 
would be here – and Haldir made him swear dozens of times to keep watch over 
Faramir until they were together again.  “I never thought I would dread 
returning to the Golden Wood,” he said softly, “but I cannot bear the thoughts 
of leaving you, seron vell.  I can promise you this, though…when I return, I will 
never, ever leave your side again.”

Faramir smiled and nuzzled against his lover's hand. "I didn't realize how hard 
this would be," he said softly. "I will be here, waiting for you to return, and 
loving you every moment." Faramir snuggled closer and pressed his lips against 
Haldir's neck, breathing in the scent of his lover. The last few weeks Faramir 
had spent every moment he could imprinting his lover's taste, touch, sound, 
everything on his memory so that he might be able to make it through the long 
nights without him.

Haldir’s head tilted back, loving the feel of Faramir’s lips moving over his skin, 
and his eyes closed.  “There won’t be a single moment that I’m not thinking of 
you,” he whispered as he shifted and somehow managed to move even closer to 
his lover, staring into the glittering blue eyes that had captivated him from the 
first time he’d seen the young captain.  “Not one single moment that I won’t be 
wishing I was holding you, seeing your smile, hearing your laughter, feeling 
your skin underneath my fingertips.”  His hands trailed back to gently curl in 
Faramir’s long hair and he moved in to place a soft kiss on his lover’s lips.  “I 
love you, pen velui.”

"I love you too," Faramir whispered, returning the soft kiss as his hands 
threaded through soft blond hair. "I never thought that I would find love...that I 
would find you. I will miss you, miss your touch, just simply miss being *with* 
you. You know I've never had anyone listen to me the way that you do, I've 
never had someone who enjoyed the same things I did until I met you," he 
whispered as his hand trailed down Haldir's back to his waist. "I will 
wait...impatiently...and long for your return," he said smiling sadly.

“And I will long to be back in your arms, meleth,” Haldir whispered, burying 
his face in his lover’s neck.  “I will miss listening to you, looking at you, and I 
will really, *really* miss the way you’re looking at me right now.”  His heart 
hurt at the thought of leaving Faramir – the man who’d literally changed into a 
different person than he’d been when they first met – one who knew what 
unconditional love was, and happiness, and laughter…something that Haldir 
had the distinct feeling he had never known much of in his life before they’d 
met.  Pushing aside his own sadness, he playfully mibbled at Faramir’s neck, 
determined to make their final hours together filled with laughter.  “You taste 
good enough to eat, my beautiful Faramir – sweeter than anything I’ve ever 
tasted.  I think I could happily just lick every inch of your body, and still not 
have my fill of you.”

Faramir giggled as Haldir teased him, unable to help himself as his lover found 
ticklish spots along his neck. Rolling backwards he pulled Haldir on top of 
himself and smiled up into blue eyes sparkling with mirth. Both of their smiles 
had a slight hint of melancholy, but they diligently tried to focus on the 
moment, on the time they had left before Haldir's departure. Leaning up he 
kissed Haldir deeply, his tongue running along full lips, to dip inside beyond 
smooth teeth to taste and tease. Breaking the kiss, Faramir kissed and licked a 
trail down his lover's throat. "I think we suffer from similar conditions," he 
teased as he licked at the hollow of his lover's neck.

Haldir shivered as Faramir’s tongue ran over his skin and a soft sigh fell from 
his lips.  Resting his weight on one arm, he let his free hand skim over his 
lover’s chest and stomach, smiling as he felt Faramir growing hard beneath him.  
“I think you’re going to make it *very* difficult for me to ride a horse today,” 
he grinned as his own hips moved, pressing his arousal against his lover’s.

Gasping from his lover moving against him, Faramir grinned, "Am I now?" His 
hands moved down Haldir's back to his hips caressing softly as their bodies 
moved together. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Haldir's chest just 
above his heart. "Maybe that's my plan...keep you here longer?" Faramir teased 
against warm skin as his mouth trailed lower to capture a taught nipple between 
his teeth, gently teasing it with his tongue.

Haldir whimpered as he felt fire race through his veins at Faramir’s gentle 
ministrations.  His cock was already hard and aching, and his entrance still 
stretched and slick from the last time they’d made love, only a few hours before.  
He shifted his hips up and over Faramir’s rigid shaft and smiled down at his 
lover.  “I *do* like the way you think,” he said softly as he lowered himself 
onto the thick column of flesh, biting his lip and moaning as it filled and 
stretched him once again.

Faramir cried out as his arousal was engulfed within his lover. "Gods, Haldir," 
he moaned as Haldir waited only a moment before shifting his hips. Unable to 
control himself Faramir began thrusting upwards his heart racing in his chest. 
Losing himself in his lover Faramir lay watching, enthralled by the look of love 
and lust mixed in stunning deep blue eyes. Sitting up he wrapped his arms 
around Haldir, his lips traveling across his lover's skin as his hand trailed down 
to stroke his lover's hard shaft. Surrounded by warmth and the touch, scent, and 
taste of his lover caused a deep tremor to pass through his body. He felt as if 
Haldir were a part of him, their entire beings connected as one.

Haldir’s arms slid around Faramir, feeling more loved and wanted than he’d 
ever thought possible.  His lips pressed against Faramir’s in a deep kiss, his 
tongue pressing forward each time the thick shaft thrust up into him.  They 
moved together slowly, trying to make the moment last forever, until Faramir’s 
thrusts became deeper and his hand curled tighter around Haldir’s arousal.
  
The only sounds in the room were their nearly silent cries of pleasure, and the 
soft, sweet moans that fell from both their lips with every deep thrust.  They’d 
found that they often didn’t even need to speak as they made love, their words 
and feelings melting together and wrapping around them both as if to bind them 
together for eternity.  ~~Gods, I love you, seron vell.  I love feeling you inside 
me.~~

Faramir's hand splayed against his lover's lower back as he arched against him, 
thrusting up into his hand and back down onto his aching arousal. Each kiss, 
each moan, each thrust carrying them closer and closer to the edge. Hearing 
Haldir's words inside his head he smiled. ~~I love you. Love touching you, 
arousing you, making love to you and being loved by you in return. Oh...Gods 
please come with me, love.~~ Thrusting deep one final time Faramir cried out 
as already tight muscles tightened even more, and his release slammed into him. 
The world seeming to dim and then glow golden for only a moment.

Haldir felt his lover’s release filling him, and immediately lost all semblance of 
control.  As usual, Faramir knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed, to 
bring him over the edge.  As strong fingers tightened on his arousal, Haldir 
buried his face in the crook of Faramir's neck and came hard, feeling his cock 
pulsing between them and releasing his seed, hot and slick, over both their 
chests and stomachs.  He clung to Faramir for long minutes as they both 
trembled and tried to catch their breath.  When he felt himself regaining control, 
he moved slightly, feeling his lover’s cock slide free from his body, and 
stretched out on the bed. Already, the first rays of light were streaming through 
the window and he knew their time would be short.  Feeling tears threaten to 
spill from his eyes, he opened his arms and smiled at the man he loved.  //Let 
me hold you again, seron vell?  Already my arms are aching for you.//

Faramir cried out again as Haldir's muscles clenched around him milking his 
cock until he was completely spent. Holding his lover close he whispered soft 
endearments until they caught their breath. As Haldir collapsed beside him he 
slid into his lovers arms and nuzzled against his neck. "I love you," he 
whispered kissing damp skin. Seeing the sun starting to rise he closed his eyes 
tightly and pressed closer. "I wish I could will the dawn away.”

Haldir rained gentle kisses over his lover’s fiercely closed eyes and trailed over 
every inch of his face.  There were so many reasons it wouldn’t be a good idea 
for Faramir to join him in Lorien this time, yet the words were ready to slip past 
his lips.  The only thing that stopped him is the image that flashed before his 
eyes of Faramir’s face as the Lorien Elves stared at him – and many of those 
stares would most likely be quite disapproving.  A man walking into the Golden 
Wood unannounced, even if Haldir accompanied him, would not be welcomed 
in the least.  “Remember what you told me?” he asked softly.  “That you’d 
never forget the way I love you?  I want you to remember that every second that 
I’m away….remember the way I look at you, the way I touch you, they way my 
hair feels wrapped around your fingers, the way I would do absolutely anything 
on Arda just to see you smile.  If you’ll just remember all that, then I’ll be back 
in no time at all, and we’ll never be parted again, seron vell.  That I promise 
you.”

Faramir opened his eyes to gaze into Haldir's as he spoke and smiled sadly, "I 
will never forget the way you love me. I will be right here waiting for you, and 
no, we will never be parted again because I am never letting you go again." As 
the sunlight began to stream into their window Faramir felt as if he was trapped 
by time itself moving too quickly. He moved closer clinging to his lover 
bestowing butterfly kisses across his face and neck. "Just hold me for a while 
longer," he whispered.

Haldir’s arms tightened around his lover and he wished with all his heart that 
they could simply stay this way forever.  He already had a bad feeling about 
leaving….but Boromir was here, had promised to watch over Faramir, and he 
had put off his discussion with his Lord and Lady for far too long.  He had no 
doubt that they would support his decision to bond with Faramir one they saw 
how deeply Haldir loved him.  He had served them for many centuries and they 
were probably worried about him after so many months away.  Holding Faramir 
close, Haldir pulled the blankets over their heads.  “Maybe we can pretend it’s 
still dark?” he asked softly.  “Or, better yet, that I’ve left, and already returned 
to you.”  Placing a soft kiss to Faramir’s lips, Haldir tried to smile.  “I like that 
plan very much, actually.” 

Faramir snuggled close and rested his head against Haldir's shoulder, "I like that 
plan too," he said softly. He didn't want to let go, but he knew Haldir had to 
leave soon...and Boromir had informed him the day before that he would not 
allow Faramir to sulk at least not during the daylight hours. He had said that he 
planned to keep Faramir's days as occupied as possible the next few weeks. 
Tipping his head up he pressed a kiss against Haldir's lips and sighed softly. "If 
we take our time getting dressed, and linger over breakfast, and walk slowly to 
the stables we might be able to steal a few more minutes," he said tracing a 
pattern slowly on Haldir's chest.

Haldir sighed and wrapped his fingers around Faramir’s, wishing for all the 
world they could just have a few more days together before he had to leave.  
Bringing Faramir’s fingers to his lips to kiss each fingertip, he pulled the covers 
back and glared at the offending sunlight.  “You’re right, my love.  Maybe we 
can take our breakfast out to the garden so I can keep you to myself a bit 
longer.”  Placing a kiss on his lover’s forehead, he held him tightly for a few 
more moments, then reluctantly released him and crawled out of bed.  Offering 
a hand to Faramir, he gently pulled him to his feet.  “Promise me you’ll be 
careful?” he asked softly. 

"You are the one traveling, love, you should be the one promising me," he 
teased gently but saw that Haldir's eyes were serious and he nodded. "I will...I 
will be careful, I promise," he said softly giving Haldir's hand a gentle squeeze. 
They dressed slowly, their progress impeded by soft kisses, and gentle touches. 
Faramir turned to open a trunk and pull something out sliding it into a pocket of 
his tunic.

As soon as Faramir turned away, Haldir’s hand slid underneath the bed, 
grabbing a small, dark piece of fabric he’d hidden there earlier when Faramir 
had stepped out into the hall to have a word with the guard.  The Silvan Elf had 
reached underneath his heavy mane of hair and, using a small silver dagger, had 
cut off several inches…long enough to wrap snugly around Faramir’s fingers, 
just as he liked it.  He’d tied the hair with a long velvet ribbon, wrapped it 
between the folds of soft fabric and hidden it quickly.  As his lover turned 
search for something in the trunk, Haldir slid the fabric underneath Faramir’s 
pillow, hoping he’d find it that night as soon as he lay down.

Faramir turned and held out his hand to Haldir as they crossed to the doorway. 
He felt the edges of sadness creeping in on him but tried to push those thoughts 
away wanting to be as happy as he can while Haldir was still with him. As they 
walked toward the garden he stole glances at his lover, memorizing every 
feature, the way his body moved so gracefully. They ate in the garden as the 
world around them awakened and they took their time walking along the streets 
down to the stables. Once they came to the stables Faramir took a slow deep 
breath and closed his eyes for a moment. //This is it. Gods I am not sure I can let 
him go.//

Haldir had the distinct impression Boromir had ordered everyone to give the 
two of them privacy, as not one single person invaded their last few precious 
minutes together, and the stable was uncharacteristically deserted.  //I don’t 
want to leave you, pen velui.  It’s killing me to think of being without you for 
even a day.//  Biting back the sob that threatened to escape, he wrapped his arms 
around Faramir and held on to him tightly.  “I love you so much, seron vell,” he 
whispered softly.  “I will hurry back to you as quickly as I possibly can.”   

"You'd better...or Lorien is just going to have to deal with a man there anyway 
because I will come after you," Faramir whispered against Haldir's neck trying 
to tease but he knew his voice was thick with emotion. "Gods, this is even 
harder than I thought it would be," he whispered feeling tears well in his eyes. "I 
love you, Haldir. Only ever you." His arms tightened around his lover and they 
simply held one another for long moments. Drawing back he pressed his lips to 
Haldir's in a gentle kiss that soon turned to more, as if they were both trying to 
convey all of their love into a single kiss.

Haldir’s hands traveled slowly over his lover’s back, pulling him closer and 
closer until their bodies were flush.  His eyes closed and he lost himself in the 
kiss, tasting every crevice in the warmth of Faramir’s mouth, savoring the sweet 
taste of the man he loved and forgetting everything and every one else.  His 
mount, always impatient to be on his way, reared up and whinnied, startling 
both Haldir and Faramir.  They pulled away breathlessly and simply held each 
other again, until Haldir moved and reached his hand into his pocket to retrieve 
a small box.  He placed the box in Faramir’s hand and smiled as he opened it.  
“I’m taking this with me,” he whispered as he stared into blue eyes.  “Do you 
recognize what’s in there, my love?”

"The flower I gave you in the library," Faramir said smiling, surprised and 
deeply touched that Haldir had kept it all these months. Looking back up at 
Haldir he reached into his pocket for the small pouch there. "I would like you to 
have this, it belonged to my mother," Faramir said softly as he handed the small 
velvet pouch to Haldir. The pendant was a small onyx circle with the white tree 
engraved in the center. "To help find your way back to me," he whispered as 
Haldir looked at the small pendant.

Reaching out a shaking hand to run his finger along the pendant, Haldir took a 
deep breath and swallowed past the lump in his throat.  “It’s……Gods, love, it’s 
beautiful,” he said softly.  “I will treasure this always….and never, ever take it 
off.”  Looking shyly into his lover’s eyes he smiled and reached behind him to 
pull his hair off his neck.  “Put it on for me?” he asked, blinking back the tears 
in his eyes.

Faramir stepped closer and fastened the necklace around his lover's neck. As 
Haldir stood before him in the circle of his arms he reached up and brushed his 
fingers through his lover's hair. "It looks good on you," he whispered. Haldir's 
horse began to stamp impatiently and Faramir sighed heavily. "Hurry back to 
me," he whispered leaning in one final time to kiss his lover. For long moments 
they lost themselves again, their bodies melting against one another as tongues 
tasted and caressed.

Sighing into the kiss, they made it last as long as they possibly could, until they 
both had to pull away to draw in a breath.  “I won’t be long,” Haldir said as he 
gently caressed his lover’s face.  “I promise.”  Drawing away reluctantly, he 
held onto Faramir’s hand till the very last minute as they made their way to the 
stall where his horse was already tossing his head and kicking his feet once 
again.  The stable hand had already saddled and bridled the dark stallion and 
Haldir knew they could stall no longer.  He reached up to cup Faramir’s face in 
both hands and stared into beloved blue eyes.  “I love you,” he murmured.  “I 
love you more than I have the words to say, seron vell.”

Staring into Haldir's eyes Faramir smiled sadly, "I love you too...everything I 
am is yours my love," he whispered feeling tears escape and slip down his face. 
He had no idea how he had held out this long without tears falling, and he felt 
his heart ache as he watched his lover's eyes. //I will be here. I will be waiting 
for you.//  "Please be careful, love."

Haldir leaned in and gently kissed away his lover’s tears even as his own began 
to fall.  He knew leaving would be hard, but it was even more heartbreaking 
than he’d imagined.  “I’ll be careful pen velui,” he said softly.  “It’s you I’m 
worried about.”  Pressing a finger to Faramir’s lips, he shook his head.  “I know 
you’ll be careful.  And I promise to do the same.” He looked toward his 
impatient steed and sighed.  “I’ll ride straight there and back, my love.  I’ll be 
home before you know it.  And your brother has promised to keep you so busy, 
you’ll probably never even know I’m gone.”

Faramir shook his head unable to respond. ~~There is nothing he could have me 
do to keep me from missing you.~~ He watched Haldir mount his horse, and 
despite all his sadness looked up at his lover, captured by how beautiful he 
looked. Swallowing hard he backed away as they simply stared at one another 
for long moments before Haldir's horse began to move.

Haldir took the reins with one hand and lifted the other to wrap his fingers 
around the pendent resting on his chest.  ~~I love you, Faramir.  Never, ever 
forget that, no matter what.  I will always, always love you, and only you.~~  
Taking a deep breath, he spurred his horse toward the distant hills, looking back 
at his lover as the distance between them began to grow.  ~~I’ll be with you 
*here*, my love.  In your heart.  You’ll still feel me with you, even when you 
can’t see me anymore.~~

Faramir's tears slid down his face unchecked as he watched Haldir ride away, 
hearing and feeling his words of love inside him. ~~As I am with you, 
always.~~ As Haldir passed through the gates Faramir began to run, he raced 
toward the gate watchtower, running up the steps that wound up the tall tower 
until breathlessly he reached the top and gripped the railing. His heart raced in 
his chest as he watched his lover urge his horse into a fast run. ~~I love you, 
Haldir...be safe.~~

Trusting his horse to take them in the right direction, Haldir held on tightly, 
blinded by tears.  Looking back one final time, he felt his heart clench and 
almost turned back, thinking that he could protect Faramir from the Elves easier 
than he could leave him here alone.  Knowing it was a foolish idea, he gave a 
final wave and made his way quickly across the green fields. 
 
Less than two weeks later, he regretted his decision not to turn back more than 
he’d ever regretted anything in his entire life.

Boromir watched from the edge of the stable paddock as Haldir rode away and 
his little brother raced to the top of the watchtower to see his lover off. His heart 
ached for his little one, but he knew what this trip meant. When Haldir returned 
he would have quite a question for Faramir. He grinned to himself from his 
secret knowledge and slowly made his way to the watchtower to meet Faramir 
when he finally came down. He wanted to distract him as much as possible over 
the next few weeks.

~~~~~~~~~

Boromir had made sure Faramir's time was occupied after Haldir left, giving 
him plenty of work to do, and staying with Faramir the whole day. Whenever he 
saw his little brother start to look off sadly he knew he was thinking about 
Haldir and would try to distract him. By the time Faramir made it back to his 
and Haldir's room it was late evening and he was exhausted but he feared that as 
tired as he was he would find no rest.

Moving about their room, Faramir found himself remembering each moment 
with his lover. He felt as if a part of himself was missing, the best part. He 
changed into one of his nightshirts and walked out onto the balcony and found 
himself staring off into the distance toward where Haldir had ridden that 
morning. Sitting down in their favorite chair, he pulled the blanket over his lap 
and tried to relax, but every time he closed his eyes he saw Haldir riding away 
from him.

Giving up on the balcony, he made his way to their bed, standing beside it for a 
long moment staring at his lover's pillow. Crawling into the bed, he pulled 
Haldir's pillow close and buried his nose in it, breathing deeply his lover's scent. 
As his hand shifted under the pillow, his fingers touched what felt like velvet. 
Sitting up, he pulled the item from under the pillow and smiled sadly. Opening 
the folded fabric, he felt tears sting his eyes and they slipped down his face. 
Inside the dark velvet was a long lock of Haldir's beautiful blond hair. Sobbing 
softly he curled his fingers around the silken strands and closed his eyes. 
~~Thank you, my love. I don't know if you can hear me so far away, if you can 
feel me, but thank you. I miss you so much. More than I ever thought I could 
miss anyone.  I love you more than I ever thought possible.~~

Haldir had ridden hard all day and well into the night, stopping only twice to let 
Nénharma drink and get a few moments rest.  The darkness of night had long 
surrounded him, yet he was unwilling to stop, despite his exhaustion, knowing 
that the faster he made it to Lorien, the faster he could return to Faramir’s arms.  

As Elf and horse made their way through yet another forest, Haldir suddenly felt 
*something*, and pulled back on the reigns.  He wasn’t alone…someone was 
close, very close.  As Nénharma stilled, Haldir tilted his head, listening to the 
forest around him.  ~~Faramir?~~ Laughing, he slid from his mount and leaned 
against a tall tree.  Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and pictured his lover 
lying in their bed.  ~~I can hear you, seron vell!  I can feel you with me.  I miss 
you so much it hurts~~ 

Sliding down against the trunk of the tree, Haldir wrapped his cloak snugly 
around his shoulders.  He could hear Faramir as if from a great distance, and it 
took all his concentration to maintain the contact, but he was unwilling to let 
this chance pass them by.  ~~Did you find my gift, pen velui?~~

Faramir startled as he felt and heard his lover speaking to him, the connection 
was faint, not like it was when they were close but he was thrilled that Haldir 
could hear him and that Faramir could hear him in return. He smiled brightly 
and closed his eyes again concentrating on the connection between them. ~~I 
hear you too. I love you and miss you more than I can say. Yes, I found it when 
I pulled your pillow close to me. I needed to feel you close. I...I'm finding it 
hard to find sleep without you beside me.~~ He hoped that the words and 
feeling of love would find their way to his lover. Wrapping the long strands 
around his fingers tightly, he drew them up to his cheek rubbing the soft hair 
against him and breathing in his lover's scent. ~~Thank you for this.~~

Haldir smiled and felt his body relax as Faramir’s words washed over him.  He 
knew he and Faramir would both have trouble sleeping while they were apart, 
but being able to feel his lover near was an unexpected comfort.  ~~I’ve ridden 
hard all day, seron vell.  I think I will be able to return to you sooner than 
expected.  But for now, close your eyes.  I am with you, my love…with you 
always, and I can almost feel my arms slipping around your shoulders, feel your 
body against mine.  Can you feel me, pen velui?  Can you hear my heartbeat 
lulling you to sleep?~~  He knew it was almost impossible that Faramir could 
feel this…but then again, it should have been impossible for them to hear each 
other at all.

Faramir smiled as he heard Haldir's words float through his mind. Laying down, 
he pulled the covers over him and hugged Haldir's pillow to himself clutching 
the lock of hair close to his chest. ~~I am with you too. I don't understand 
this...but I do feel you near. I love you.~~ He felt his body relaxing for the first 
time since Haldir had left, the pain in his heart just a little bit less. ~~Be careful, 
my love, and come home to me soon.~~

Surprisingly, Haldir felt himself drifting off to sleep, the smile on his face the 
first he’d worn in many hours.  ~~I love you too, meleth.  I will be careful.~~   
His lips pursed, and, for the briefest of moments, he could feel Faramir’s soft 
lips beneath them.  ~~Rest my love.  I’ll stay with you until you go to sleep.~~  
Haldir’s fingertips moved underneath the cloak wrapped around him, and he 
imagined he was gently stroking his lover’s back as he had every night for 
months.  ~~ Gûren ninnatha nanarad as achên len.  My heart shall weep until it 
sees you again, my love.~~

Faramir finally felt himself relaxed enough to drift into sleep. He could almost 
feel Haldir's strong arms around him and for a tiny instant he felt as if his lover's 
lips had gently pressed against his own. Sighing softly, he pulled Haldir's pillow 
closer to himself, imagining it to be his lover in his arms. Words of love and 
longing drifted through his mind as sleep began to claim him. ~~My heart, my 
life, everything I am belongs to you, meleth.~~

~~ As I belong to you, pen velui.   Posto mae.  Rest well.  I won’t be long.~~  
Feeling warm and measurably more content that he had only moments before, 
Haldir sighed and let himself drift off.  ~~I love you, seron vell.~~

~~~
Several Days later…

Faramir stepped into the bathhouse knowing that it would be deserted this time 
of night. Sliding his robe from his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor he 
picked a cake of soap from a basket and lowered himself into the warm pool. 
Boromir had worked him hard the last few days since Haldir had left for Lorien, 
but even the additional work did nothing to ease the ache in his heart from 
missing his lover. 


Feeling the warm water soothing his aching muscles Faramir closed his eyes 
and rested his head against the edge of the marble pool. As he lay back his mind 
began to wander to thoughts of Haldir. In his mind he could see him, golden 
hair fanned out across his pillow, and sparkling blue eyes gazing up into his 
own heavy lidded with arousal, Haldir, his love, was the most beautiful being he 
had ever seen. 


As his mind replayed scenes of his lover he could see a serene smile upon his 
love’s perfect full lips. The rise and fall of Haldir’s muscled chest as he slept 
with the glow of moonlight shimmering against porcelain skin. It was nights 
like those that his lover looked like a god of the moon. Long soft lashes 
fluttering opening to reveal sparkling blue eyes, that held all of the shimmer of 
the stars scattered across the heavens. The way his muscled chest narrowed to 
slim torso, and lower, his thick arousal lying heavy against his stomach and long 
muscular legs spread before him in silent invitation. 


Recalling his last days with his Elven lover, remembering the taste and texture 
of his lover’s skin under his lips and tongue, Faramir felt himself stir. Slowly 
his hand slid down his chest, below the waterline, to wrap his fingers around the 
hardening length bobbing between his thighs. Rubbing his thumb over the 
swollen head he felt as if his body were drifting, and calling out to his lover so 
far away. Arching into his own tight grip he remembered the feeling of Haldir's 
lips sliding down the length of him. Gentle but strong hands moving over 
Faramir's body making his skin tingle and drawing soft moans from him. 


Concentrating he called out across the distance to his lover. The water in the 
pool rippled in the moon and torchlight as his hand quickened it's pace over the 
velvety hardness. Biting his bottom lip to keep his soft moans from being heard 
outside of the bathhouse, Faramir trailed his other hand down his chest to cup 
the heavy sacs between his thighs, rolling and cupping them as his other hand 
began to speed up. 


Remembering the feel of incredibly tight heat and Haldir's muscles clenching 
around him with a look of pure love shimmering in his eyes, Faramir's pace 
increased again. Feeling his own muscles tense with impending release he cried 
out his lover's name softly as his release slammed into him taking him spiraling 
over the edge. ~~I love you, Haldir. Only you.~~ 


Lying back in the water to catch his breath Faramir felt a warmth rush over him 
and the words, ~~I love you too, seron vell.  I can almost feel your skin against 
my own right now…feel you hard in my hand, feel your seed sliding over my 
fingers.  Gods, how I miss you…~~ floated through his mind. Relaxed and 
smiling he finished his bath and returned to the room he shared with his absent 
lover. Curling up on the bed, he pulled Haldir's pillow close breathing in his 
scent and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

~~~

In his own room, Denethor curled up in his bed, his seed still wet and sticky on 
his hand and stomach.  He’d followed Faramir to the baths, watched as he’d 
closed his eyes and worked his hands underneath the water.  The steward had 
felt sick at the boy’s lack of self-control.  It wasn’t until he’d moved a bit closer 
and could see the deep scars that crossed Faramir’s shoulders that he started 
getting hard.  He remembered exactly how he’d given him every last scar…and 
he’d especially loved the ones that he knew were even lower, beneath the water 
line.

Slowly, his hand had slid beneath his robes and found his cock.  He began 
stroking himself as he remembered the cut just beneath Faramir’s right 
shoulder.  Just two years ago, with his favorite leather strap, and the boy had 
bled for days.  Denethor had taken great pleasure in reopening that particular 
wound every chance he got, especially loving the way Faramir screamed as 
Denethor had dug his fingers deep into the muscle while his seed filled the 
boy’s body.  

His fist had tightened and he closed his eyes, remembering how the boy would 
struggle underneath him, would beg him to stop, but at some point, would 
simply give in and go limp, letting him take what he wanted, even as he 
screamed in agony.

Harder and faster his hand had moved, as he watched the boy, spurred on by the 
soft sounds from the bath.  Faramir was moaning quietly, but as the sounds 
reached Denethor’s ears, they turned to pleas for mercy…pleas which were 
never granted.

Denethor imagined forcing himself inside the boy, hearing his screams and 
sobs, reveling in the welts and bruises he always took great pleasure in giving 
him, injuries that served to make him hard as he marked pale skin again and 
again.  He always made sure to find new and inventive ways to keep Faramir 
from finding his release, and could almost see the boy’s cock in his mind, 
swollen and red, with cord or rings, or even Denethor’s fists wrapped firmly 
around the base as he sought his own release.

Denethor came hard over his fingers as he heard Faramir moan, and he told 
himself it was a moan of pain, never one of pleasure.  The boy didn’t deserve 
pleasure.  He deserved pain and humiliation, both of which Denethor was 
already planning to give him, as soon as he could manage to get Faramir’s ever 
watchful brother out of the city for a few days, now that the damnable Elf was 
out of the picture. 

He didn’t bother wiping his hands on his robes as he strode back to his room 
and curled up on the bed.  //I swear, boy, your precious Elf will not even be able 
to look at you, let alone touch you again.  I think I will tell everyone you were 
killed on patrol…and keep you as my own personal whore for the rest of your 
miserable life…//  

With a smile, Denethor felt his cock stir again at the thought.  Maybe in an hour 
or two, he could think of the other scars that covered the boy’s body and come 
again.
~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Haldir had never felt so utterly exhausted in all his long years.  His trip to 
Lorien had been brief - he'd managed to take care of all his business in less then 
two days, and was finally on his way home, thinking of nothing but getting back 
to Gondor and holding Faramir in his arms again, this time for good.  He should 
have been ecstatic -  Lord Celeborn had given his blessing for Haldir to bond 
with Faramir, and had even agreed to perform the bonding ceremony if they so 
wished.  After many hours of discussion, the Lord of the Golden Wood had 
finally voiced support for Haldir's decision to lead the rest of his life as a man, 
instead of an Elf, realizing that his former marchwarden would be miserable if 
he lived on beyond his husband's death.  They'd talked quietly for most of the 
day, and Celeborn's only request was that he and Galadriel would have the 
opportunity to meet the man who'd so captured Haldir's heart before he gave up 
his immortality for good.  Haldir had agreed, then left to say goodbye to his 
brothers.

Orophin and Rumil had cried tears of sorrow at the thoughts of their eldest 
brother aging and one day passing away, but the tears soon turned to tears of joy 
at the look in Haldir's eyes when he spoke of his beloved Faramir.  They wished 
him all the best, and were both thrilled to hear that the bonding ceremony would 
take place there in Lorien, *if* Faramir accepted.

The connection Haldir felt with Faramir had only grown stronger in their short 
time apart.  By concentrating hard, he'd managed to soothe his lover to sleep 
even from a great distance, and that first night, he'd found himself relaxing as 
well for a short while.  He'd grown so accustomed to holding Faramir in his 
arms, however, that sleep was difficult to find even though the evening was 
pleasantly cool and clear, and, after only a few hours, he'd packed his gear, 
mounted his horse, and ridden on toward the Golden Wood.

Each night, just as darkness was falling, Haldir closed his eyes and pictured 
himself and his lover curled up on their favorite chair on the balcony, holding 
each other tightly and drifting of to sleep.  He connected with Faramir, 
whispering softly to him, and could feel himself relaxing almost at once.  He 
knew without a doubt that Faramir could feel his own tension draining as well, 
as both man and Elf drifted off to sleep together, as content as they could be 
outside of each other's arms.

But that had all changed two nights ago.  He'd been talking to Orophin, when 
suddenly, he'd felt a cold dread wrapping around his heart.  ~~Faramir?~~  
Lifting a hand to silence his brother, Haldir had tried desperately to reach out to 
his lover, knowing that *something* simply wasn't right.  ~~Please, love, 
answer me.  Please.~~  He'd felt nothing other than the icy fear that was slowly 
spreading throughout his body and had hastily grabbed his cloak and ran toward 
the stables.  ~~I'm coming, seron vell.  Please hold on.~~  There was no answer, 
and he could only pray to the Valar that Faramir had sensed him, and knew that 
he was on his way.

He'd left Lorien without saying goodbye, knowing that Orophin would make his 
apologies, and promising to see him soon, when he and Faramir came back for 
their bonding ceremony.  Riding hard, he'd traveled for two solid days and 
nights, stopping only to trade his exhausted mount for a fresher one in the city 
of Wold.  There was still no answer, no *feeling* from Faramir when Haldir 
called to him, and the Silvan Elf was sick with dread at what he'd find once he 
reached Gondor.  //But Boromir is watching out for him.  Boromir would never 
let anyone hurt his little brother.//

Haldir dug his heels into his horse's flanks, urging him to run faster and harder, 
to get him to his beloved Faramir while there was still time.

~~~

Haldir was still several leagues from Gondor when he felt Faramir once again.  
He’d been praying to the Valar for something…*anything* just to let him know 
his lover was still with him, but the one word he could hear – ‘Haldir!’ - was so 
desperate and afraid, the Silvan Elf cried out in misery.  Over and over 
Faramir’s voice rang in his head and he could neither think nor speak as he 
suddenly felt his entire body racked with pain.  His skin burned, his lower body 
felt as if it were on fire, and there was no part of him that felt untouched or free 
of the agony.  He dropped the reins from his fingertips and clutched at his 
horse’s mane, clinging desperately as he fought past the pain and held on to the 
sound of Faramir’s voice.   Spurring his mount forward, he suddenly felt the 
agony lift, and could no longer hear the sound of him calling his name.  He felt 
empty, and knew that for some reason, their connection had been severed.  

The guards saw him coming, and the gates to the city were opened as he drew 
closer.  Men and women were forced to jump from his path as his exhausted 
horse ran through the city, the Elf urging him on faster and faster, his only 
thought being of finding Faramir and making the pain and misery go away.  
~~I’m coming seron vell!  Where are you? Please answer me!  Please!~~

Boromir was just returning from his patrol that his father had demanded he lead. 
He had argued pointedly but in the end, he had to follow orders. He did not 
believe Faramir was out of danger any more than Haldir did. He had promised 
to keep a watch over him, but he hoped that in his less than two-day absence 
nothing had happened.  Faramir was a good soldier, and more than competent 
fighter, he had resigned himself to trust in that as he had ridden out. He did not 
understand his father's point in him leading the patrol, it didn't make sense, and 
had finally had a cup thrown past his head, narrowly missing him before 
Denethor asked if he was turning his back on his duties. Boromir had not choice 
but to lead the patrol, but he could not escape a feeling of unease. As if he were 
simply being disposed of for some reason.

As he walked, he heard startled cries from behind him and heard a horse racing 
up the levels. When he turned, he saw long blond hair flying in the wind and felt 
his stomach clench in worry. Haldir had returned earlier than planned, and he 
looked determined to get somewhere, to someone. Boromir felt his heart leap 
into his throat, having spoken to Faramir briefly about this strange connection 
the two of them had. Something was wrong. His walk turned into a dead run, 
trying to catch up to his brother's lover but he could only trail behind the Elf and 
horse from a distance as they moved up the levels.

As soon as Haldir reached the upper level or Minas Tirith, he pulled back on the 
reins and leapt from his horse before the animal had even come to a full stop.  
He could no longer feel or hear Faramir, and that was more terrifying than 
anything else.  The physical pain had left his body, but he almost wished to have 
it back – at least it was *some* connection to his lover.  His continued pleas for 
Faramir to answer him had gone unheeded, and he was frantic by the time he 
flung the heavy wooden doors open.  Without a doubt, Denethor had hurt 
Faramir in some way, and the Elf could barely contain his rage and fear enough 
to try and figure out where they may be...obviously, no one knew Gondor as 
well as the steward, and there were countless places he could have taken his 
youngest son.  ~~Faramir!  Please!  Where are you??~~

Seeing the Elf ride up and watching the look of loss on his face made the old 
councilor's head drop. The Gods only knew what horrible things Denethor was 
doing to his youngest son and he stepped away from the window to address the 
Elf. As the Elf’s blue eyes settled on him, he spoke, "The tower...he took him to 
the tower," knowing that Haldir would know of whom he spoke. He stood, 
wringing his hands as he watched the Elf practically fly across the marble floor 
heading for his destination. Soon after, Lord Boromir ran in, panting heavily, 
"The tower!" the old man said as Boromir's eyes lighted on him. The young 
Gondorian took off across the floor, following the Elf toward their destination.

Denethor's blood hummed in his veins as he brought the belt down again and 
again seeing pale flesh stripped with blood. His free hand was on his cock, 
stroking furiously and squeezing hard every time the belt landed on the boy's 
body.  Every so often he'd press his hand to one of the wounds, coating it with 
bright red blood, so that his hand moved easily and his over sensitized cock 
wouldn't feel quite so tender.  Hurting Faramir like this, making him scream, 
always made him hard, and these past two days had been everything he'd always 
dreamed of.  The boy, writhing beneath him, sobbing and struggling, had kept 
him in a near-constant state of arousal, and, he'd decided it was almost time to 
enjoy Faramir's tightness again.  There was a fine line, he thought, between 
having enough blood not to rub his cock raw and too much so that the boy 
would think he was getting off easy.  He'd found his release both inside 
Faramir's body again and again, as well as simply letting his seed coat Faramir's 
skin as he struggled helplessly and Denethor ground against him.  He'd said that 
he would make Faramir pay for the last several months and he had, and he 
would yet before that Elf returned. Remembering spying on them in the garden 
that day his mind was oblivious to anything else but the feel of the stiff leather 
in his hand and the body on display before him.

Haldir’s hand was already pulling the small silver dagger from his belt as he 
took the steps three and four at a time, his feet barely touching the ground.  His 
fingers curled around the familiar handle and he knew there would be absolutely 
no hesitation in killing whomever was had his lover though there wasn’t the 
slightest doubt in his mind who he’d find.  Only Denethor could put so much 
pain and fear in Faramir’s heart, every bit of which Haldir had felt in the brief 
moment Faramir had reached out to him.  The Elf’s teeth ground together and 
his eyes flashed with pure terror at the thoughts of what was happening in the 
tower room.   After only a few seconds, which seemed like hours passing in a 
nightmare, he reached the tower door and flung it open.

What he saw was even more horrific than he’d imagined.  Faramir was naked, 
bent over a table, spread-eagled, his arms and legs tied securely to the rough 
wood.  Welts, deep lacerations, and dark bruises covered every inch of his body, 
and he was drenched in blood…his own blood.  Haldir took all this in, in less 
than a second, and just as the door slammed back against the wall, he watched 
as Denethor, naked, raised his hand to deliver another blow to Faramir's 
backside with the belt clutched in his fingers as the other tugged on his cock.

Haldir raced across the room and grabbed Denethor’s raised hand, bending the 
wrist back and hearing it crack almost immediately.  He pushed the steward 
back until they were face to face and, without the slightest hesitation, drove the 
dagger deep into his stomach, feeling the blade glancing off bone and through 
layers and layers of tissue and organs.  “I warned you,” he hissed as he twisted 
the blade, driving it in deeper and feeling a grim satisfaction as Denethor’s eyes 
widened in recognition.  “I swore to you I would kill you if you ever touched 
him again, you bastard!”  

As Denethor’s hand rose again to bring down the belt, an iron grip encircled his 
hand, snapping his wrist backwards. Crying out in agony, he was slung 
backwards and before thought could register, a stinging pain radiated up from 
his stomach as he stared unbelievingly into the eyes before him. Screaming, as 
the dagger in his stomach twisted he heard the words filter though his mind that 
he had been warned.  //He was not due back yet! I still had four more days!//

Boromir reached the tower room out of breath, and then it was as if he simply 
stopped breathing as he stared at the sight of his brother's abused body. Turning 
as if caught in a nightmare, he saw his father, naked and twisted, sliding down 
the wall. His eyes watched as blood marred the white marble and he felt his 
stomach twist as realization dawned on him. Haldir's eyes were wild with rage 
and after only a moment, Boromir's legs moved again, carrying him to his 
brother's side. Quickly, he untied one hand and reached down to untie his leg 
before moving to his other side to untie the bonds there. The whole time he was 
whispering words of reassurance to Faramir. "It's ok…I've got you…I won't let 
anyone hurt you anymore," Boromir found himself whispering, and choking on 
the words as his hands were coated in his brother's blood. Tears streamed down 
his face unchecked as his fingers fumbled with the bonds on Faramir's ankle.

Denethor’s mind reeled as he felt the blood, *his* blood rush from his body. 
Hearing another sound his eyes darted to the side and he felt himself crumple. 
Boromir stood staring at him in disgust for only a moment, before rushing to his 
brother's side. Sliding down the wall he coughed, blood and spittle running from 
his lips as he collapsed. Death was quick in coming, sparing him no moment of 
reflection or remorse.

Haldir pulled the knife from Denethor’s body and let it fall to the floor 
unnoticed.  He rushed to Faramir’s side and quickly untied his other hand with 
fingers that were suddenly shaking uncontrollably.  Faramir’s head was turned 
toward him, but his eyes were blank, and no sounds fell from his swollen and 
bruised lips.  ~~Seron vell…can you hear me?  I’m here…you’re safe, my love.  
He can’t hurt you anymore.~~  He wanted to take Faramir into his arms, but 
there seemed to be no place he could touch him that wouldn’t cause even more 
pain.  ~~Please, meleth.  Speak to me…gods, please!~~

Staring in front of him, Faramir felt as if he were caught in a dream, Haldir was 
with him, but he knew that he could not be. His body was numb, having stopped 
feeling pain hours ago. Realizing that his hands had been untied, he found 
himself staring at the mirage in front of him. Haldir looked so worried, tears 
were streaming down his face and Faramir could no longer hold back. With 
every ounce of strength he had left in his body, he lunged forward wrapping his 
arms around Haldir, finding that he really was there...he was here with him after 
all, he began to weep and clung to his lover. ~~You came back...you came 
back.~~ Burying his face against Haldir's neck he wept softly as his lover held 
him.       
 
Boromir stepped back as he saw Faramir throw himself into Haldir's arms, 
moments after he'd been released. His heart ached as he watched him cling to 
the Elf, and he felt sick seeing the bruised and battered body. Taking off his 
cloak, he quickly but carefully wrapped it around his brother trembling in 
Haldir's arms. He laid his hand against Faramir's head and felt his stomach turn 
as his brother flinched away from him. "Gods, what has he done to you?" he 
whispered sadly. His eyes met Haldir's and he could see the pain, anger, and 
accusations there. Boromir hung his head. //I didn't know...Gods I didn't know. 
I'd of killed him myself if I had but known!//

Haldir caught his lover easily, one arm around his shoulders and the other 
sliding beneath his legs and lifting him, cradling him close.  ~~Forgive me, 
seron vell.  I thought you were safe.  I did not know…~~  He could see nothing 
for the tears that streamed down his face and mixed with Faramir’s, but he felt 
his lover’s body jerk as Boromir touched him.  He shifted Faramir's weight and 
grabbed Boromir’s hand as it pulled away, squeezing hard.  “You have no right 
to touch him,” he ground out as he released the hand and pulled Faramir closer.  
“You were to watch over him!  You swore to me you would keep him safe!”  
He gently began to rock his lover in his arms, desperate to soothe him, yet 
terrified that he was causing him more pain everywhere their skin touched.  He 
knew Boromir could see the hatred he felt for him in that moment, and forced 
himself to look away.  As he looked back down at Faramir’s abused body, fresh 
tears flowed from his eyes and he sobbed quietly as he buried his face in 
Faramir’s hair.   



Boromir shook his head. "I had no choice!" he spat roughly, but keeping his 
voice soft not to startle Faramir. Haldir had every right to hate him, so did 
Faramir. He had failed. Failed them both. He promised to keep him safe and did 
not know it was from their father that he was supposed to be protecting Faramir. 
"I...I didn't....you *knew* about this?" he asked sadly. As he asked the last, he 
saw Faramir shudder and looked away, "Take him to your room. I will...I will 
take care of everything else," Boromir said softly, though not meeting Haldir's 
eyes. He wanted to help, he wanted desperately to soothe Faramir, but obviously 
he would rather have his lover than his brother. Backing away from the couple, 
he spied his father, naked and broken against the wall and scowled.  //I'll take 
care of that too.// He wiped at his tears and stood to the side with his head 
bowed.

Haldir looked up at Boromir for a moment, seeing that he was hurting as well, 
but at that moment, he didn’t have the energy to care.  All that mattered was 
right here in his arms, trembling and sobbing against him, his wounds still fresh 
and bleeding.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he could be killed 
for murdering the steward, but he would do it again if he had the chance – he 
only wished he’d done it earlier.  Haldir walked toward the door with his love 
nestled safely in his arms, and stopped to look back at Boromir.  “You know 
where to find us,” he said quietly, not wanting to startle Faramir.  “Do whatever 
you have to do to me, but let me take care of him first.”  Pressing his lips to 
Faramir’s temple, the Elf took a deep breath, forcing his tone to stay civil.  
“He’ll want a bath…he always wants a bath after……after this.” 

Boromir followed Haldir to the door, feeling his stomach turn as he realized the 
implication of Haldir's words. "I'll take care of everything, you…you just take 
care of him," he said softly. He spotted Merianas standing in the hallway. The 
old man looked as if he might pass out at any moment but Boromir needed him. 
"Merainas, go with them, do whatever Haldir asks of you. Get Leain and Mayen 
they are the only two servants I trust. Have them draw a bath. Make sure they 
are not disturbed, and return to me here," he said quickly. A plan needed to be 
formed, things needed to be set in motion, and Faramir needed to be protected. 
And Boromir needed answers.

Haldir nodded at Boromir and left the tower room.  He wasn’t sure of the extent 
of his lover’s injuries, and almost decided to take him to the healers instead of 
their room.  He was sure Faramir had never been hurt this badly before, and 
may need more help than Haldir had the skill to provide.  ~~I will take you to 
the healers, seron vell, then back to our room.  They can make your pain more 
bearable.~~

Faramir's grip tightened on the front of Haldir's tunic and was shaking his head 
as he heard the words in his mind. ~~Please, please just want a bath and our 
room.~~ He still felt numb, and he only wanted to be clean, though he feared he 
would never feel clean again. Not after what had taken place the last two days. 
Closing his eyes tightly, he rested his head against Haldir's chest; his other hand 
was fisted tightly against his own chest.

Haldir looked down at his lover and choked back a sob as Faramir pleaded with 
him.  ~~All right, love…anything you want.  Anything at all.~~  He carried his 
lover back to their room as quickly as possible, taking care not to jar him 
unnecessarily.  He still hadn’t spoken out loud – had only clung to Haldir and 
sobbed, and his silence told the Elf that Faramir was already in shock.  They 
entered their bedroom and Haldir carried Faramir onto the balcony, where he 
simply stood against the wall, out of sight, holding him close and trying to 
comfort him as best he could.  As soon as the servants drew a bath and left the 
room, Haldir walked back in, seeing Merianas standing at the door, looking 
miserable and lost.  Keeping his back to the councilor, he shielded Faramir from 
prying eyes, even though Boromir’s cloak was still wrapped around him.  

“I need herbs,” Haldir said over his shoulder to Merianas.  “Tell the healers 
that…that one of their soldiers has been injured, but will not need their care.”   
~~I’ll take care of you, seron vell.  Everything will be all right now, I swear.  
Just stay with me.  Please love, just stay with me.~~  

Merainas stood, watching from the doorway and nodded, "Yes, I will be back 
soon...I...I..." he snapped his mouth shut. They did not need his apologies now. 
Turning quickly, he made his way for the Houses as fast as he could.

Faramir's eyes never left Haldir's face as he spoke to someone behind them. He 
did not care who was there; all he cared was that Haldir had returned, that his 
love was holding him. He simply stared at Haldir, drinking in the sight of him as 
he was held in his arms. He knew that he should ache, that his body should burn 
like fire, but all he felt was that same numbness that had taken over hours ago.

Haldir blinked back the tears as he looked down at Faramir and pulled him 
closer.  ~~I’m here now, my love.  I won’t let you go, I promise.  Just hold onto 
me and know that I love you.~~  Looking down into his lover’s eyes, Haldir 
saw recognition spark in their blue depths, and knew that he was at least aware 
of his surroundings.  ~~I need to remove the cloak now, seron vell.~~  He 
hesitated, waiting for Faramir’s permission before continuing, afraid that any 
sudden or unexplained movement would only serve to make matters worse.  

Faramir nodded slowly and released his tight grip on Haldir's tunic in silent 
permission. He watched him as he drew the cloak away and saw the pain in 
Haldir's eyes as he looked upon him. Faramir looked away, not wanting to see if 
that look changed from love and compassion to revulsion. *He* had not spared 
him anything this time, he had...Faramir closed his eyes and tried to push the 
memories away. ~~You don't have to stay.~~

Haldir’s heart broke a little more as Faramir’s eyes fell shut and he heard his 
lover’s words ringing in his head.  ~~Seron vell, look at me please.  I beg of 
you.~~

Faramir looked up into brilliant blue eyes sparkling with tears that matched his 
own. Reaching up, he brushed a tear away with his fingertips.  Seeing the deep 
red welts where his bonds had been, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Watching his lover closely, Haldir knew exactly why he pulled away.  He sat on 
the ledge that ran around the small sunken bath, settled his lover carefully in his 
lap, and moved his arm from underneath Faramir’s legs.  Reaching for the hand 
that had so quickly been drawn away, he brought it to his lips and pressed the 
gentlest of kisses to the raw skin, his eyes never leaving Faramir’s.  ~~I’m 
staying, pen velui.  I’m *never* leaving you, and there is nothing you need to 
hide from me.  Ever.  I love you.  I love you more than anything.~~

Watching as Haldir's lips moved over his fingers and wrist Faramir felt fresh 
tears spill down his face. ~~I love you, too.~~ Looking at the water of the bath, 
he looked gratefully at Haldir. ~~Thank you. ~~ He rested his head against 
Haldir's chest for a moment, knowing that his love was taking great pains to go 
slowly caring for him. ~~Can...can you help me into the water?~~ He wanted 
Haldir to know it was alright to proceed. He imagined the strange numbness 
might fade once hot water hit his raw skin, but he did not mind the pain in 
exchange for getting clean. For washing *his* scent from him.

Pressing a soft kiss to Faramir’s temple, Haldir slid his arms back underneath 
his lover’s legs, and lifted him gently, then stepped down into the bath, still 
fully clothed.  Faramir’s body was still pressed firmly against his own, and was 
just above the water line, but Haldir stopped before letting the water touch his 
lover’s raw skin.  ~~The water is warm, seron vell.  I’ll go slowly, but if it hurts 
you, tell me, and I’ll stop at once.~~  

Faramir unconsciously leaned into the soft kiss and held onto Haldir tightly as 
he began to move. He looked up into his lover's eyes, surprised he had entered 
the bath with him fully dressed. ~~I will.~~ Faramir closed his eyes and 
clutched his fist to his chest as Haldir lowered him into the warm water. As the 
water hit the worst of his injuries, he sucked in a quick breath, almost happy that 
feeling was starting to return to him. It stung, but not bad enough to stop. He 
longed to get clean and for that he could endure the biting sting. He had done so 
his entire life.

Slowly lowering them both into the warm water, Haldir leaned back against the 
smooth stone and settled Faramir gently into his lap.  His legs spread apart, and 
he provided as much cushion as possible for his injured lover without putting 
pressure on his backside.  He was already hot, but hesitated to take his tunic off, 
not wanting to expose Faramir to even more bare flesh than he’d already been 
subjected to.  As Faramir rested his head over Haldir’s heart, the Elf noticed that 
something was clutched tightly in his fist.  His fingers covered Faramir’s own 
and he ran his thumb gently over the bruised and swollen knuckles.  “What’s 
this, seron vell?” he whispered, hoping Faramir would speak to him out 
loud…that he still *could* speak to him if he wished to.

Faramir drew his hand away slightly and stared at Haldir for a long moment 
before looking down and opening his hand, slowly revealing the lock of hair 
that Haldir had left him. He had clutched it in his hand as he had gone to sleep 
two nights ago, just as he had every night since Haldir had left. When he had 
awakened in the tower chamber, he had already been tied down, but *he* had 
not been able to get him to release what was in his hand. His mind replayed the 
memory of Denethor hovering over him, trying to get him to open his hand and 
slapping him repeatedly. "It's a gift from that Elf of yours isn't it?" he had 
seethed. Faramir had been helpless to move. He did not remember how he got to 
the tower room, he did not remember even falling asleep that night. Normally, 
he and Haldir would connect, and soothe one another to sleep but that night 
sleep had claimed him as soon as he lay down. He looked up in horror at 
Haldir's face, realizing he could feel and somehow see his thoughts. Drawing 
back, he looked away in shame.

Haldir swallowed past the lump in his throat when he realized what was in 
Faramir’s hands.  As memories began to cloud his lover’s mind, he could see 
and almost feel Denethor’s anger….anger that Haldir himself had brought on, 
no doubt.  Before he could dwell on his thoughts and beg Faramir’s forgiveness, 
Faramir turned away once more.  Haldir lifted his hand to tenderly caress his 
lover’s face with the back of his fingers, and urged Faramir to face him once 
again.  ~~Don’t turn away from me, my love.  You did nothing wrong…nothing 
at all.~~
 
Faramir's eyes flickered up to meet Haldir's and he wrapped his arm around 
him, hugging him tight. After some time, he drew away and reached for the 
cake of soap on the edge of the tub. Awkwardly, he set about washing himself 
but long slender fingers closed around his hand and he nodded, releasing it into 
Haldir's hand. Closing his eyes he allowed his lover to gently wash him. One 
area on his thigh was particularly raw and he bit his bottom lip as it stung, 
having forgotten the injuries there. He tasted the copper of blood in his mouth 
and wiped at his lip, that he had bitten badly himself the day before.

Haldir winced as Faramir jumped in his arms.  His bottom lip was swollen and 
looked as raw as every other part of his body.  He gently continued cleaning his 
lover, cupping warm water in his palm and letting it flow over tender skin, 
watching as the dried blood washed away, feeling his heart break every time a 
fresh wound or bruise was exposed to his eyes.  ~~I’m sorry, love.  I’ll be 
finished soon.~~ 

Faramir watched as Haldir worked and soon had to close his eyes against the 
pain that was starting to flare in his body. Trying not to show how much pain he 
was in, he gripped the front of Haldir's tunic tightly and clenched his teeth. 
Finally, unable to stand it any longer he whimpered softly. ~~Please, I can't..~~

Haldir let the soap fall from his fingers and gently wrapped his arm around his 
lover’s shoulders.  Rocking Faramir gently, he rested his cheek on the top of his 
lover’s head, closing his own eyes and murmuring softly.  ~~Tell me how to 
help you.  Tell me what to do, love.~~

Trembling, Faramir clung to Haldir. ~~Please. No more...please, the water is 
burning.~~ He held on tight, as Haldir's arm slipped under him and he was lifted 
from the water. Taking a deep shuddering breath as the cool air hit his body, 
Faramir rested his head against his lover's shoulder. ~~I am so tired. Can...will 
you help me to bed? Will...will you stay with me?~~

Haldir looked at Faramir in confusion.  ~~Stay with you?  Seron vell, I’m 
*always* going to stay with you.~~  Making sure Faramir had a firm hold on 
his neck, he kept one arm underneath his lover’s legs and reached slowly 
between their bodies to unlace his tunic.  ~~Don’t be afraid, love.  I won’t hurt 
you.  I just don’t want to get the bed wet.~~  Sliding the dripping wet tunic off 
his shoulders, he reached for a towel and sat down on the bench that rested 
against the far wall, gently settling his lover in his lap.  “Let’s get us both dried 
off, then we’ll lie down,” he whispered as he began to gently dry his lover’s 
body, thinking he would gladly bear every bit of Faramir’s pain if he could.

"I will never fear you, I love you," Faramir whispered hoarsely, his voice barely 
above a whisper. It was the first words he had spoken in over a day. He had lost 
the ability to speak, after long hours of screaming in pain, but the words jumped 
to his lips as Haldir spoke. He would never fear him. He closed his eyes and 
rested his hand against Haldir's warm damp skin over his heart, and his fingers 
brushed against something. Drawing back, he stared at the pendant and brushed 
his fingertips over the engraved tree. He smiled sadly as he remembered the 
morning Haldir left and he closed his eyes again, resting his head over his 
lover's heart. ~~It helped you find your way back.~~

~~Oh, pen velui.  Never, ever doubt that I’ll always, always find my way back 
to you, no matter what.  I love you ~~  When his lover was completely dry, he 
carried him over to the bed and placed a soft kiss to his forehead, gently placing 
him on top of the soft blanket.   Before he could say anything else, he heard 
Merainas outside the door, speaking softly.

“Set the herbs outside the door,” Haldir called just loudly enough for Merainas 
to hear, being careful not to frighten Faramir.  The look on the councilor’s face 
as Haldir had entered the hall had told the Elf that Merainas had known exactly 
what was going on in the tower room, and he had to fight to keep from running 
out the door and shaking some sense into him.  “Bring some broth and tea and 
set them outside the door first thing in the morning.  But for now, go and report 
to Boromir.  I think he has many questions for you, councilor.”

Haldir turned back to his lover and looked down into pain-filled blue eyes.  “I’m 
going to change into a robe and get the herbs, meleth.  Then I’ll dress your 
wounds and lie here with you for as long as you want me to.”  Pressing another 
soft kiss to Faramir’s forehead – one of the few places on his body that was 
unmarked – he tried to smile.  “I love you so much,” he whispered, determined 
not to move until Faramir released him of his own accord.

Faramir closed his eyes for a moment. As Haldir turned back to him and pressed 
a soft kiss against him, he curled his arm around his lover and held him tightly 
for a moment, before letting him go. ~~I love you too.~~ He watched silently as 
Haldir changed into his robe, and moved back toward the bed. Closing his eyes, 
he simply lay as relaxed as he could, while gentle hands passed over his aching 
body. He tried to push the memories of the last few days from his mind but they 
kept edging forward. He reached out and took Haldir's hand, holding it tightly in 
his own, just needing the physical connection.

Haldir brought Faramir’s hand to his lips and pressed soft kisses across his 
fingertips.  His eyes filled with shimmering tears and his breath caught in his 
throat as Faramir slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with such trust.  He 
had been through so much, yet he still allowed Haldir to touch and soothe him, 
which in itself was astonishing.  ~~Tell me how to help you, seron vell.  What 
can I do to take your pain away?~~

Faramir shook his head, knowing there was little that Haldir could do besides 
apply the salves and herbs to his wounds. Nothing would take the pain away 
fully, but just his lover's presence was soothing. ~~Nothing. Just be here with 
me. Just hold me in my sleep.~~

Haldir gently lifted his lover from the blanket, pulled back the sheets, and 
deposited him carefully back onto the bed.  ~~I’ll hold you forever, my love, 
and I’ll always be here.~~  He reached for the salve and rubbed a generous 
amount over his fingers.  “Let me dress your wounds first, pen velui.  It will 
help you rest easier.”  Gently rubbing the soothing salve over the deepest and 
most painful looking lacerations, Haldir made his way from Faramir’s swollen 
lips down to his legs, liberally coating each wound with the cool mixture and 
blowing soft kisses over the worst of them.  By the time he’d finished, the salve 
he’d already applied had dried, the fragrant herbs sealing each wound and 
numbing them slightly.  ~~Let me help you roll over, meleth.  We’ll be finished 
in no time at all.  Let me know if you need me to stop though.~~

Faramir closed his eyes and clutched at the covers when a wound burned more 
than another but stayed quiet, letting Haldir take care of him. As he helped him 
roll over, Faramir grasped his hand for a moment giving it a soft squeeze. Lying 
on his stomach felt better than lying on his back had and he sighed softly into 
the pillow and then gasped as the cool salve stung slightly. His back was 
obviously the worst of his injuries, and he closed his eyes tight, trying to focus 
on something else.

Haldir kept one hand entwined with his lover’s, unwilling to let him go, as the 
other continued to apply the salve.  Each time Faramir squeezed his hand, 
Haldir stopped, murmuring softly, until he felt him relax again.  Some of the 
wounds were worse than others and he took solace in the fact that Faramir 
would recover…and Denethor would not.  “Have I missed any, seron vell?”  he 
asked hoarsely as he realized that some of the wounds were at least a day old.  
Blinking back fresh tears, he wondered just how long Faramir had endured this 
torture and how it was that he hadn’t *known*.  He had known something was 
wrong, but…..not this wrong.  Not this twisted and sick game that Denethor had 
played at the possible expense of his own son’s life.

Hesitating a moment, Faramir finally whispered brokenly, "Yes." He had 
debated leaving *that* injury untreated but he knew better. "Lower, he...he 
used...things," Faramir whispered, his breath catching in his throat and unable to 
finish the sentence. There were some injuries that could not be seen readily.

Haldir bit back the sob that caught in his throat.  ~~Oh Gods, love.  I’m so 
sorry.~~  Coating his fingers with the cool salve, he urged Faramir to lie on his 
side.  Gently lifting up the battered flesh on his backside, he bit back the cry that 
threatened to fall from his lips as tears streamed from his eyes.  Despite their 
time in the bath, Faramir’s entrance was still bleeding and raw, the delicate 
tissue torn and stretched from what had apparently been repeated violations.  
Denethor had been brutal in his use of his youngest son, and Haldir couldn’t 
help but hope Faramir had been unconscious for at least some of this abuse.  He 
applied the thick salve over the tender skin as gently as possible, praying to the 
Valar that it would at least take the pain caused by this unimaginable violation 
away.  

Faramir bit his bruised bottom lip as Haldir applied the salve to his entrance. 
The stinging sensation ripped through him like a raging fire, and his body 
trembled. After long moments, he finally felt the cooling and numbing effect of 
the salve taking hold and released a slow breath. ~~Thank you...just please...just 
hold me.~~ Faramir took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on anything but 
his injuries. His mind focused instead on Haldir. This was not the way he had 
wanted to greet his lover's return. Broken and in pain, a small part of him, 
actually wishing that he had not survived.

Putting the bowl of salve aside, Haldir slid beneath the covers and opened his 
arms.  “I want to hold you,” he said softly, “but I’m scared of hurting you.  Tell 
me what to do, meleth.”

Feeling Haldir lay down beside him, ignoring the pain, Faramir moved into his 
arms like always, resting his head over his lover's heart and threading his fingers 
through long soft hair. "Just hold me," Faramir whispered, closing his eyes and 
listening to the strong rhythmic heartbeat of his lover. He had missed these arms 
so much and despite all that had happened the last few days, this moment to him 
was all that he wanted.

Haldir’s arms wound around his lover and he pressed a gentle kiss against soft 
hair.  He wasn’t sure if Faramir wanted to talk about everything that had 
happened, or if he simply wanted to sleep.  Pulling the blanket up and settling it 
carefully over them both, he put aside everything else and concentrated on 
finally having his lover -and future husband, he hoped – back in his arms.  “I 
can’t tell you how much I missed you,” he whispered softly.  

Faramir nodded. "Missed you too, every moment," he whispered, letting his 
body relax into his lover's arms. His mind was still trying to replay the horrible 
memories and he focused as much as he could on the feel of Haldir wrapped 
around him and his love. 



Haldir moved to caress Faramir’s face with his fingertips.   Thanks to their 
bond, he could feel bits and pieces of the horror his lover had endured, but could 
get no clear picture of what had happened – or how.  He knew Faramir was 
trying to keep the worst of the memories from reaching him.  “Do you want to 
talk about it?” he asked softly.  “I’m here for you if you do.”

~~I don't know what to say.~~ Faramir admitted reverting back to their 
connection. Speaking aloud was still too difficult and his throat still ached. 
~~I...I went to bed and woke up tied to that table in the tower.~~ He paused as 
the memories flooded his mind and he could see the dark look in Haldir's eyes, 
the pain evident on his face as he saw and felt some of what Faramir had 
awoken to. Trying to pull back again he closed his eyes. ~~I...didn't want you to 
feel or hear what was happening. I don't know when I learned to control it, but I 
pulled back from you. I didn't want you to know all of it, didn't want you to feel 
what was happening. But then...then he...he used things...~~ Faramir halted the 
thoughts pulling back so that Haldir only saw but did not feel what had 
happened. ~~That was when I called out to you...but then pulled back again 
when I passed out.~~

As Faramir allowed him to see and, somehow, to *feel* his memories, Haldir 
drew in a ragged breath and held it.  The pain and helplessness nearly made him 
dizzy and he wondered how Faramir had ever survived, but thanked the Valar 
that he had somehow managed to.   It was almost as if he had experienced 
everything himself, yet after the first few moments, he could no longer feel the 
pain.  His precious Faramir had been brutally beaten, raped, and humiliated 
again and again, and Haldir automatically pulled him closer, wishing for the 
thousandth time that he’d not been foolish enough to leave the man he loved 
behind, or, at the very least, that he’d killed Denethor months ago.  ~~I think I 
knew the very moment he touched you.  I felt something was wrong…and when 
you didn’t answer me, I thought…..I thought you were…..I panicked.  I made it 
back here in two days….but I was too late.  I’m so sorry, my love.  I’m so sorry 
I wasn’t here to stop him from laying his filthy hands on you.~~  Closing his 
eyes, Haldir released his breath and felt warm tears escape from the corners of 
his eyes.  ~~I would have gladly borne the pain for you, seron vell.  You didn’t 
have to hide that from me.  You never have to hide anything from me.~~  

Faramir's tears streamed down his face as he wiped Haldir's away. ~~You 
cannot bear it for me, and I did not want you to feel it. Even now, I don't want 
you to know it all. It is not your fault. We knew you were leaving, and 
unfortunately *he* did too. He waited until you were gone, and then sent 
Boromir away. I think...I think I was drugged. That night I fell asleep without 
you...I think he put something in my food.~~ Faramir closed his eyes and rested 
his head back against Haldir's chest. ~~No one could have known he would go 
that far. The entire time it seemed that his only goal was to leave me broken...so 
broken that you would no longer want me. ~~

Haldir felt his lover’s tears falling silently onto his chest and his stomach 
clenched at Faramir’s words.  He would have given his very life if he could take 
back the last few days – if he had only done things differently.  ~~Look at me, 
seron vell.~~  As Faramir slowly lifted his head and their eyes met, Haldir 
placed one hand on each side of his lover’s face.  ~~You are *not* broken.  You 
are too strong, too pure, too perfect to ever be broken.  And no matter what, I 
will *always, always* want you.  Nothing will ever change that.  I love you, and 
I will love you until the day I draw my last breath.~~  His fingers gently 
brushed over his lover’s cheeks and he smiled through his tears.  ~~He can’t 
hurt you anymore…ever, and we will get through this together.  Do you 
understand me, meleth?  *Together*.~~

Faramir looked into Haldir's eyes, feeling the finality of his statement that 
Denethor could never hurt him again. Remembering the final moments in the 
tower room, he looked at Haldir, worry etched across his features. ~~What will 
happen to us now?~~ Self defense was valid in Gondor, but Haldir had no doubt 
not been in any danger himself. Defending a wife or husband or mate was valid 
as well. Would the council see it that way? Would Boromir? What would 
happen now? Now that they were back together would they be ripped apart 
again? Unsure if he could handle that idea, Faramir felt fear overwhelm him and 
he sobbed softly against Haldir's chest.  

~~What will happen to us now?  We’ll be together forever, my love, and put 
this behind us.  Boromir knows what happened…I think he would have killed 
your….*him* himself if I hadn’t gotten there first.  I won’t let anyone tear us 
apart, I swear.  Boromir is the steward now, and his word will carry much 
weight.  I….I had some harsh words for him earlier, but he only wants you to be 
happy.  That’s all I want too.~~  One hand gently threaded through his lover’s 
hair and Haldir’s other arm pulled him closer.  ~~I’m not leaving you, seron 
vell.  I swear.~~  He tried his best to sound hopeful, but he wasn’t at all sure 
that he wouldn’t be arrested for murder.  While Faramir had trained his men, 
Haldir had studied every book he could find about Gondor, and he knew the 
laws well.  He had defended his mate, and didn’t think anyone would seriously 
try to convict him, as Denethor seemed to be hated among all his people.  The 
final decision would lie with Boromir and the council, but he couldn’t worry 
about that now.  Right now, he simply had to reassure Faramir, and somehow 
make him forget.

Faramir looked up and nodded slowly. Boromir was the Steward now. He 
smiled sadly and rested his head against his lover's chest again. ~~I want that 
too.~~ Faramir felt himself starting to relax again and held onto Haldir tighter as 
the weight of sleep pressed against him. He had not slept in almost three days 
and it was beginning to catch up with him. The last words to drift through his 
mind as sleep claimed him were ~~I love you.~~

~~I love you too, melethen.  Idho mae. Hebithon in roeg o le... Sleep well. I will 
keep the demons from you.  I’ll be right here, holding you close, and we’ll talk 
more tomorrow.~~   Placing a kiss on top of his lover’s head, Haldir gently 
entangled their legs, being careful not to rub against any of the wounds or 
bruises there.  Both arms curled carefully around Faramir, and he sighed in 
relief as he felt him slowly beginning to relax.  ~~Forever, my beautiful captain.  
I am yours forever, if you will still have me, even after I have failed you so 
terribly.~~
~~~~~
Boromir had finally finished dealing with the major problems associated with 
the Steward’s death and had practically interrogated Merainas. He released the 
councilor only after hearing the full details of Denethor's hold over the man. He 
told him to go home to his wife and daughter and then made his way to Faramir 
and Haldir's room. He hoped that Haldir had calmed some from earlier but he 
did not blame him. He was asked to watch over Faramir, he always watched 
over him, but how can you protect him from that if y