Middle Earth || OS

2. Faramir | You're asking me to commit treason

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I would like to request a Faramir oneshot with a female reader. The reader is a Easterling that Faramir and his rangers captured. With the prompt ❛ you're asking me to commit treason. ❜

pairing: Faramir x Easterling! Reader

word count: 1.3k

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You shook out of the ranger's hold as you were forced to sit down on what felt like a rock. You could hear the trickle of water around you and everything seemed to echo somewhat, showing you that you had been taken to a cave. You could hear various footsteps wandering around, items being moved, chatter, the crackle of a fire somewhere.

"This one was left alive. A young boy, it would seem. He may well know the routes that their armies are taking." A man's voice spoke up from beside you, likely one of the rangers who had bound your hands and guided you, blindfolded as you were, back to whichever cave they had set up camp in.

You were glad for the dim lighting by the time your blindfold was pulled from your head and you were met with the face of a man in fine armour and with fluffy blond hair. You scowled.

"You have travelled a long way." The blond man spoke, eyeing you up for a moment before standing and fetching a water bottle, holding it out to you, "You must want something to drink after all that travelling and fighting."

"I don't need your twisted hospitality." You spat. He turned his head to look at the ranger who had presented you to him.

"He's a lively one." He commented.

"You might as well kill me because I know nothing." Your brows were low over your eyes and he held your intense gaze for a moment. You were cold, determined to not budge and yet he saw how your eyes shimmered, how you clenched your jaw when your bottom lip quivered just a little.

"Death does not sit with you as comfortably as you would like me to believe."

"Of course it fucking doesn't." You bit back and he sighed, pulling up a crate so that he could sit opposite you, leaning on his elbows. You felt insulted by the relaxed position as it showed he did not see you as a threat. You might be bound but you'd crack his nose on your skull if he said anything to really make you angry.

"Do you have a family?" He asked and you simply kept your scowl on your lips, shifting your arms against how the robe was digging into your wrists, making the chainmail of your light armour clink. Your hood had been pushed down, the scarf that usually covered the lower half of your face now fallen around your neck. You were young so much of the armour didn't actually fit you and you preferred to travel light, it simply made the days easier and the nights feel more restful.

"No answer, that's alright." He spoke, "Have you always wanted to be a soldier? You're very young, I dreamed of glory on the battlefield too when I was a young boy." You scoffed at his words. If only he knew. "You're staying silent because you want to protect your people." You shrugged at his words.

"Sure."

"I'm asking you to speak because I want to protect mine." He countered, trying to appeal to you, and you paused to examine him.

"I don't care about what you want. Kill me because I can't tell you a thing." Really, you wanted them to execute you now before he actually found out something about you, something big. The death they would give you as you are now would likely be far better than whatever they would do to you should they see through your front. You did know the routes that they wanted but you couldn't tell them that either – if it ever got out, your family would suffer greatly for your betrayal.

"Stubbornness won't win a thing for either of us."

"It wastes your time and I have nothing to lose. Kill me." You spat at his feet, wanting to provoke an execution if you could but he simply stared at you and for a moment his eyes truly shook you, you felt as though they had become hands and were reaching into your soul.

"You do know something." He spoke and your heart caught in your throat, "You're young and I do not want to have to hurt you but with the lives of my people at stake, I will deem you an unfortunate but worthy sacrifice." Your jaw clenched and your fingernails felt like claws against your palms.

"I have a family to protect." Your voice came out laced with acid, "I will tell you nothing."

"And you wish to protect your family before your comrades?"

"I am a si-bling and a child before I am a soldier." Fuck. In trying to fix your little slip up, you'd dragged out that vowel for just the tiniest bit too long. His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you fought against the urge to swallow. He couldn't see.

"You're no boy." Your head went flying into his, aiming for his nose as you leapt to your feet, turning to try and run anywhere but finding that the ranger from before had tripped you up and sent you tumbling to the ground, falling on your side with your thigh and shoulder taking most of the blow, unable to use your arms to break your fall. You quickly shuffled back and away from the ranger and what seemed to be his blond Captain. The Captain was holding a hand over his nose that was bloody but didn't appear broken. He winced as he took out a handkerchief to clean the blood away with. "Alright, I understand. You're afraid. We won't do anything to hurt you but we need you to cooperate with us. I don't want to put you in harm's way if we can avoid it but I'm not above exposing you to your comrades either. Help me and I'll help you."

"You can't help me!" You spat, "I'm here because my father's too injured to fight and my brother is twelve! Twelve! If I help you and word gets around that I was the snake, my family gets punished. If I don't help you, I suffer at the hands of my own comrades. Tell me where my fucking silver linging is." The captain sat down and hissed as he continued to clean his nose while you were hoisted back onto that rock.

"I've got an offer for you:" He began, "you tell us the routes your soldiers are taking. We let you go and we send you to Minas Tirith where you will be given a place to stay and will be under the Steward of Gondor's protection. We will make plans for rescuing your family."

"How do I know you're telling the truth? I might give you the routes and then you'll slit my throat."

"I'll ask you for the routes now. You will tell me and I'll send you to Minas Tirith because, if you have lied, I will not be so kind in my negotiations when we next meet. Should the information you give be proven true, I will personally see to it that plans are made to recover your family where you all will live under protection." You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought, feeling the ache in your side from your fall.

"You're asking me to commit treason." You spoke.

"What other choices do you have?" He was right about that. Your band had been attacked and defeated. You were likely the only survivor, they would have assured that the rest were dead.

"Get me a map." He rose to his feet and, despite the blood smeared around his upper lip, he placed his hand on your shoulder and offered you a gentle smile.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I'll do everything in my power to hold up my end of the bargain. You have put yourself at great risk for your family, I have a deep respect for that, and you deserve to see the fruits of your labour." And with that he went off to get a map.

You could only pray that your people would lose this war.