The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines

Home again - Part 4 - Faramir x Reader

Boromir sighed as he watched his brother. Faramir had been sat in the same position, nursing the same jug of ale for what seemed like hours. He was lost in his thoughts, and this time Boromir didn't have to ask what he was thinking about.

He had done his best to speak about better days as they sat together. About the happiness of their youth. About all the things, all the trouble that he, Faramir and (Y/n) had gotten into as children. But despite his best intentions, the mention of the beautiful girl that their father had forced to leave the city, just made things worse.

Boromir had seen firsthand the effects that losing (Y/n) had had on his brother. The then young man, feeling sick to his stomach by the joy that his brother's distress seemed to have brought their father. How Denethor had even teased his younger son about the fact that the young woman that had brough Faramir such joy, was gone and he would never see her again. That he had informed her parents that she was never allowed to step foot in the city again. Boromir seeing the light in his brother's eyes go out, at their father's venom filled words. Yet he had hoped that over the years, Faramir would have come to terms with the fact that he would have to move on. That he would have found himself someone else that might bring him some happiness; Boromir always promising that if he did, he would do all he could to help him keep the new relationship a secret, so that their father couldn't take someone else from him. But despite the promise, despite the years, Faramir had never forgotten about the girl that he had kissed under the branches of the white tree. Never forgotten about the girl that he had carried home when she had fallen and hurt her ankle.

"Faramir................"

"What...........?"

"Perhaps this was a bad idea. Perhaps we should have found other things to speak of................."

"No. It wasn't a bad idea. I like to talk about her. Sometimes at night, I find myself thinking of her, even after all this time. I wonder where she might be, what she has become. If she is...............if she has wed another............" Faramir replied, as he finally drank down the contents of his jug before getting to his feet.

"Brother, where are you................?"

"I am just going to get some air..............."

"I'll come with you............." Boromir said, as he too got to his feet. His brows furrowing as Faramir placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and pushed him back down into his chair.

"No. There is no need. I fear that I am not much company. You should stay, enjoy yourself. I am just going for a short walk and then to bed." Faramir explained, giving his older brother a small smile, before he headed for the door. Leaving his brother to just sigh and wonder if Faramir, if he, would ever really get over losing (Y/n).

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Faramir walked through the darkened streets of the city. He didn't know where he was going, he had no plans, he was just letting his feet lead the way. He knew that Boromir had been trying to help; trying to bring him some happiness. But as they had reminisced, as they had laughed about the good old days, it had just made him miss (Y/n) all the more.

Even after all these years, he was sure that sometimes he could still smell her. That he could still feel her hand in his, and her lips against his own. He would even wake on the odd occasion as he heard her voice in his ear telling him to join her on an adventure. The captain sitting up, his eyes becoming wide, as for a moment, he would see her silhouette beckoning for him to follow her. His heart breaking all over again, as he realised that it was just an image that had been sent to haunt him. That had come to taunt him. Faramir sometimes thinking that somehow his father would send the visions to hurt him all the more.

Suddenly he stopped, Faramir looking up at the house before him; realising that his feet had made him walk down a way that he had done his best to avoid for a long time. It was the home that until recently, had been lived in by (Y/n)'s parents. Faramir having mourned their lose, when he had been informed by his father, quite matter of factly, about their demise. Her parents had always been so good to him. Keeping him informed in the beginning, that (Y/n) was well. But when it had become obvious that their news of her just seemed to make things worse for all of them, they had stopped mentioning her at all.

Sadly, he looked at the door. So many times, he had seen (Y/n) appear through it, with one of her broad smiles. So many times, it had been opened so that he could go inside and enjoy the warmth and love that dwelt within. But now, now it brought a tear to his eye; not just because he knew that he would never see (Y/n) again, but also that he would now never get the chance to see her parents either. Faramir wiping the tear from his cheek, before he went to turn; determined that he would never come this way again. But then he saw it; it was only faint. In fact, he would never have seen it at all if it wasn't for the fact that the night was so dark; but it was definitely there, a light. The flicker of a tiny candle that softly illuminated one of the upstairs windows. Anger growing inside of him, as he thought of some rogue, some thief stealing the possessions of those that he had cared for. The captain resting his hand on the hilt of his sword as he quietly made his way into the home. Faramir determined to capture whoever it was that would do such a thing. His blade being pulled from its scabbard, as he got to the door of the upstairs room. Doing his best to control his ire, as he carefully pushed open the door. But instead of seeing some intruder, some criminal, he found a woman sleeping in the bed. The sword dropping from his hands, as the figure turned over and he saw her face. A face that was as beautiful as the last time that he saw it. A face that he had convinced himself that he would never see again.