Misc. One Shots and Short Stories

Lord of the Rings - Faramir

My heart grew heavy as I heard the whispered rumors of regaining Osgiliath floating through the guard. "Has anyone seen Lord Faramir?" I asked as I walked through the passages. "He was at the front gate," someone called, the information leading me further from the citadel and closer to the edge of the city. I felt fear and relief intertwined as I saw the curly red hair of my love standing before me. "Tell me it is a lie," I stated, walking through the men between me and Faramir. "We will discuss this later, in private." the male murmured, walking past me without another word, barking orders to his men as he went. "What will you have us do, Captain?" one of my men questioned. "Prepare for battle." I whispered, knowing I could not allow my personal worries to affect my leadership, "We spend our last moments with our loved ones tonight. Tomorrow, we fight until the bitter end," I called. "Take the night to hold your family close, for I cannot promise you another day," I quieted, eyeing up all my men. "I know you are afraid; I'd be worried if you weren't. But we cannot let fear defeat us before our blades find the bodies of our enemies." I continued, "Go, we fight at dawn," I ordered, watching the men slowly disperse. "My Lady, Lord Faramir has requested you join him at the citadel," a young girl, Brena, I believe, whispered. "Thank you," I nodded. "Go home, be with your family," I murmured, giving her a soft smile before I started on the sloping path up to the white towers. 

"Calls for me and is nowhere to be found. Typical," I mumbled, having searched high and low for the prince steward of Gondor before I gave up and headed for my chambers. I had just finished bathing and pulled on a robe when the door behind me creaked open. "I called for you," Faramir's voice sounded. "I looked for you," I shot back, turning to face him. "My father called for me," he nodded, knowing I would not enter the throne room unless ordered. Lord Denethor and I had never gotten along or seen eye to eye, and if it weren't for Boromir appointing me my place as Captain of the Guard in his stead, I'm sure I would have remained out on the streets as a lowly guard to the city. "Please, Faramir, tell me you are not taking your men back to Osgiliath," I whispered, crossing my arms over my chest as he softly closed the door behind him. "It is my father's will," he murmured. "You owe him nothing!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. "My love," I sighed, taking a deep breath, knowing yelling never got us anywhere except avoiding each other for a few days, and we didn't have a few days this time. "Even Boromir could not reclaim Osgiliath with the legion of orcs now holding her," I whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "I don't want to fight," he returned softly, hands falling to my hips. "If tonight is our last, lie with me," he murmured, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "It would only be our last on this side of life," I whispered. "I will find you again in the next," I promised, resting my hands on his chest. "Lie with me, my love. One last time," he prodded gently, unlacing the string, holding my robe shut, and letting it fall to the stone floor beneath us. "Blessed be," he mumbled, callused hands sliding down my pale skin. The warmth and roughness made me shiver in the otherwise cold room. "Faramir," I breathed as he lifted me into his arms and gently placed me on the bed. "Va'na, my sweet, my love," he sighed as he removed his leathers and tunic before perching over me. 

I gasped quietly as he tilted his hips forward, joining us as one. No matter how many times we lay together, it still felt like the first time every time. "So warm," the male above me groaned quietly, pulling his hips back and pushing forward, repeating his actions slowly and smoothly. "My prince," I whimpered, hands clawing at his back as he moved, our tongues dancing together in a languid kiss. "My captain," he returned with a smirk, the look making me moan softly. "My sweet, my love, my Va'na," he groaned, his thrust increasing in speed and strength. I cried out as a feeling I had come to love started swirling in my belly, every thrust, every grunt from the man above me making it tighten like a rubber band until it snapped with a final thrust and moan of my name, my mouth opening with a whine that I would deny came from me. "I love you, Faramir, Prince Steward of Gondor," I murmured, chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. "I love you, Va'na Captain Guard of Gondor," he returned gently, falling onto the bed beside me, his arms holding me tightly. "I would have married you," he whispered suddenly. "We would wed underneath the white tree on the first day of spring." he continued quietly. "We'd have children, as many as we could. They'd grow old, give us grandchildren and great-grandchildren." he sighed heavily, resting his chin on my head. "They would know a time of peace," he murmured, fingers tracing shapeless patterns along my skin. "You would know peace," he whispered, lips brushing against my head as he spoke. "If this is my last night with you, I will give you everything," he promised, his words fading as my eyes fluttered closed and sleep claimed me.  

Dawn came all too soon, the soft gray of the early morning light greeting my eyes as they fluttered open. A coldness surrounded me; the other side of my bed was empty, and my partner was nowhere to be seen. Sighing heavily, I couldn't dwell on his departure; I needed to get dressed and ready the men. These walls would not defend themselves, and the men would crumble if they were left to Lord Denethor's advice. Once dressed, I left the room, my head held high and my sword resting ready on my side. "Lady Va'na, Lord Faramir has left for the gate; you'll have to hurry if you wish to catch him before he leaves," Brena called as I passed her in the hallway. Hurrying my steps until I was in a run, shoving past merchants and soldiers alike in my quest to see the man one last time. "Faramir," I called, stopping the male from mounting his horse, "Va'na, you're here," he sighed, meeting me halfway. "No thanks to you," I sighed, looking up at the man in silver armor. "You looked so peaceful; I had not the heart to wake you," he admitted, running the back of his hand along my cheek. "Come back to me," I whispered, pressing my hand against his armor-covered chest. "Alive or otherwise, I'll make sure to return." he nodded. "Faramir," I murmured, reaching up to remove his helmer. "Kiss me before you go," I smirked as he leaned down in response, my arms winding around his neck as he deepened the kiss. "I love you, Faramir," I whispered against his lips. "And I, you, Va'na," he whispered back before we pulled apart. I watched as he mounted his horse and left my sight, now what became of him was out of my hands and I could do nothing but wait. Wait for his return, wait for battle, wait for death. There was no question of if but when. When would the shadow creeping closer take me from this world?