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Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer	By : Rufferto Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: Dangerous Heat
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Faramir/Denethor
Rating: NC17
Beta: The wonderful and stouthearted HEL! On suggestion from another friend, I changed the name of Faramir's friend to something more Middle-Earthish.
Timeline: During the War of the Ring, in the final days and the year afterwards.
Synopsis: Faramir learns from Gandalf that he is pregnant with Frodo's child though love does not exist between them, or so the Prince of Gondor believes.
Special Note: Eowyn will figure prominently in this tale, as she is someone that Faramir will lean upon, but this is a slash story. There will be no sex between Faramir and Eowyn. Sex will all be slash. Sorry, no smooches between men and women in slash stories. Obviously it�s a slash story anyway if Faramir is pregnant.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything or make any money. Suing me will not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty men and hobbits.
ARCHIVE: Yes, but please let me know.

Chapter 17
He watched Frodo warily, knowing that the hobbit was preparing to go toner ner that evening as was expected. Faramir had been advised by the physician in charge to remain in bed for a few days at least, a week -would- be better, so that his body could readjust itself and recuperate. It had only been two days since he learned that he was more than just Boromir�s younger brother to Aragorn. He was already becoming restless and anxious. The servants went about on tiptoes in his presence, and he knew well the reason why. Rumors were already circulating regag hig his condition.
There had been visitors, but no one who would use up his energy. Eowyn and Legolas had spent time with him, he had carefully told Eowyn that he had considered her offer but that it seemed things might work out. She was a good confidant, and she had spent many hours talking with him about babies. In that short time their friendship had grown and he found himself wishing that she could stay in Gondor longer than anticipated, and wondering what to ask her brother to make it happen. Legolas had come to talk to him about Boromir, it was difficult to speak of at first. In the end, they had been able to at least share their memories and comfort each other. The elf had assured him of his brother�s love, Boromir may have been attracted to Legolas but his heart had always been with Faramir.
Aragorn had attempted to sit down and discuss his duties as Steward, but there was too much to do, too much to rebuild. They were interrupted at least five times before Faramir had finally feigned being tired out and the King took his business elsewhere.

Frodo had stayed with him almost the entire time, refusing to let him out of his sight for longer than a few minutes. The Ringbearer was making a fast recovery from his own wounds, possibly due to the fact that he was focusing entirely on Faramir. Aragorn had mentioned that Frodo�s cousins and Sam needed to see him out and about and the young man had agreed. It was time Frodo had a little well-deserved fun.
He knew that they were afraid to leave him alone, not that he could blame them. He had finally accepted the idea that a baby was growing within him, but he did not believe that he would survive the process. Two blissful nights had passed with Frodo in his arms and Aragorn joining them when he could. The King had kept his distance when necessary, aware that Faramir was still somewhat nervous. He had not yet opened up to Frodo, which was something that bothered he hobbit, he knew. He could see it in Frodo�s eyes even though his lover tried hard to hide it. He had not even declared his love. The truth was, he wasn�t even sure of any of the chaotic feelings in his heart.
�You look beautiful,� he said gently, arranging a dark curl upon Frodo�s head so that it no longer fell in his eyes.
Frodo laughed softly, �Women are beautiful, Faramir. But, if you say so, I suppose I will do. Are you sure that you are going to be all right? I wish you could come.�
�Pps ips in a few days.� Faramir shrugged, �I shall be fine.� he smiled a little. �I have slept well and eaten my fill. The dreams did not plague me the last few nights with you. I dare say I have not slept so much in my entire life.�
He received an anxious hug from Frodo as the hobbit gazed up at him, �I brought some of your favorite books froe lie library, and some papers that Strider wanted you to look at.�

Faramir nodded, �I will take a look at them. Now, I want you to have a good time. You deserve it.� He ran his hands up and down Frodo�s arms gently.
Finally, it was time to leave and Frodo�s cousins and Sam were waiting for him in the hall. The hobbit gave Faramir one final kiss, and walked out into the hall, closing the door gently behind him. Sam gave him a concerned look but Frodo laughed, �Its alright Sam, its not me that needs worrying over anymore.�
�How is Faramir?� Pippin piped up, desperately wanting to get a look in the room to see his friend. Faramir had not been allowed many visitors, especially anyone who would remind him of Denethor.
�He�s holding up under the pressure.� Frodo put his hand on the door gently, and then looked up at the guard. �Please keep an eye on him.�
�I will, Sir.�
Merry and Pippin linked their arms on either side of Frodo and dragged him off down the hall happily. Sam glanced back at the guard and frowned. He was still worried for his master; Frodo had been through a great deal. This added stress was not good for him. Sam was fairly sure that Frodo was using this as a reason to not think about his own pain. He put his hands in his pockets, wondering if it was time yet for him to have a chat with the Steward of Gondor. Not tonight, however. Tonight, they would feast well and he would be to to enjoy seeing his beloved Mr. Frodo eat and smile� and perhaps even laugh.
***
Faramir heaved a sigh of relief when he was alone again. It was not that he minded the attention, or didn�t want to spend time with Frodo. It was just�a lot all at once and difficult to get used to. In the distance he could hear the music already and he leant back in the easy chair by the bed and gave a little groan. Content? He supposed he was. He had no ce bce but to accept the inevitable. A child was most definitely growing within him. He had been appointed a special �physician� to deal with the pregnancy. Soon, it would be a widespread rumor, especially when it began to get bigger.
How would he deal with that? Would he look ugly?
/You could never be ugly, Faramir/ Boromir�s voice whispered into the room. He could smell his brother�s scent. He�d missed it the last few days. /I think you would look very sexy, large with child./ Boromir was kneeling at the chair, his hand placed over Faramir�s stomach as his eyes gleamed up at the young Std. Hd. He took one of the young man�s chilled hands and brushed a soft kiss upon his knuckles causing a thrill down his spine.
�Boromir.� he leant forward and touched his brother�s cheek. �I�ve missed you. So much.�
/You have others here now who love you as much do. do./ Boromir smiled up at him,

/Why can you not accept that and forget the past?/
�I have -TRIED-, my brother. I tried. I want to. I just end up thinking about how wonderful it will be when we are together again�after the baby is born. I know that it hurts him, and I am sorry.� Faramir sighed, �but I cannot tell him I love him.�
/Because you are afraid something will happen to him, that somehow your love will hurt him./ Boromir continued to kiss the trembling hands. /Do not be so sure that you will die, brother./
�I know that I should not be like this. Aragorn and Frodo have tried very hard the last few days. Only, I still feel��
/Him./ Boromir growled, as he glared at the door. /I feel him too, Faramir. I hate him for what he has done to you! If only I had known. I would have taken you away from Minas Tirith, hidden you from him./
�I know.� he said softly. �I was weak and scared.�
/NO./ Boromir shook his head. /You were -NOT- weak. I never want to hear that word from your lips again! Never, do you hear? You were cornered, and that is different. He controlled you, like a puppet on a string and I was too blind to see it./
�Perhaps.� Faramir bit his lower lip, as was his habit. �I have to face him one way or the other.� he looked towards the door. I cannot hide here forever, after all.�
Boromir rose and cupped his brother�s cheeks, stroking them gently as he leant down to capture the willing lips with his own. It was a strange kiss, for it was not real. Yet, it -felt- real. Faramir whimpered, he missed this so much. So very much. The heat and fire between himself and Boromir had been what had kept him going all these years. /You know I love you, Faramir, but Frodo does too. I know he does. And I have seen the passion that is between you. /
�I know.� the young man whispered softly, wishing that the feeling of being wrapped in Boromir�s arms was more than just that.
/ I cannot linger here forever. You must start believing in yourself again, my dear and trusting in his love./
He thought perhaps someday he might be able to do that. Maybe he could have if he did not have the added burden of being male and pregnant. Surely Ecthelion would turn over in his grave if he found out what was happening to his grandson. Memories�dreams. Was it really Boromir who spoke to him so lovingly or his own mind? He couldn�t tell the difference sometimes. His mother used to tell him that Spirits who love you would never do anything to hurt you or say anything you did not need to hear. Do not be afraid of the ones who love you. How was it that he was never visited by her? He had an idea it had something to do with is father.
He glanced towards the door, and frowned slightly.
***
The guard who had been appointed as Faramir�s protector was a large man. Tall and strong he filled out his armor well. Perhaps he shouldn�t have accepted the wine that had been brought to him earlier for he was feeling a little sleepy. Maybe it had something to do with how warm the hallway had recently become. Hot, and smelling of smoke. Yet there was none. He shifted uncomfortably.
There was a voice in his ear and he started. /Young One. Do not resist, it will only hurt more./
Gwuryn, the large blonde guard�s eyes shot open as he glanced up and down the hall. There was -no one- there gre growled angrily, someone was playing tricks on him!
/Fool./ The callous laugher rang in his ears and suddenly he felt as though he couldn�t breathe, his eyes bulged out and his hands reached to his throat. He fought, he fought whatever was happening, gasping for breath. But to no avail, the big man teetered, and would have collapsed to the floor if not for the fact that suddenly he righted himself.

Denethor flexed his new hand and smiled grimly. He still had allies in Gondor, still had people who would do anything for him. Fixing the wine was just one of those many things his people would do. They had had several days to plan after all. He looked darkly at the door where his younger son hid behind. /You would not come to me, so now I have come to you./
***
The door, Faramir was frowning, was swung open and he jumped at the force of it. His eyes opened wide a moment, and the bhe breathed a sigh of relief. It was only thard,ard, what was his name? Gwuryn?
�What can I do for you?� Faramir asked, he did not know why, but thers ors on the back of his neck prickled and he found himself wishing he were holding a sword. At the moment he was currently dressed in regular clothing, certainly not anything battle worthy. Why was he suddenly expecting to have to defend himself? Was he that on edge?
�The King wishes you to attend him.� The guard said clearly. �You are to come with me.�
Faramir shuddered at the idea of leaving the sanctuary of Boromir�s rooms, but if the King had summoned him, there was nothing he could do about it but obey. He glanced back once and then resignedly left the room.
Behind him, Gwuryn smirked, his knuckles cracking slightly as they ventured out into the hall.
Immediately he began to believe that something was wrong, that he should have remained behind. Why would Aragorn have summoned him after explicitly stating that he remain in the room as per the physician�s orders?
Gwuryn put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going in the normal direction. �Not that way, The King is waiting for you somewhere special.�
Faramir�s eyebrows rose at the man�s hand on his shoulder. Immediately the guard took it off, casting his eyes downward. �Somewhere special? Where? What is going on?� His eyes narrowed as he stepped farther away from the guard.
�He said that it was a surprise, My Lord Steward. Please, follow me.�

He walked towards the King�s chambers, which were only a few doors down. �This way.�
Aragorn�s chambers.
They used to be Denethor�s chambers. Faramir shook his head, almost frantically. �I can�t go in there. There must be some mistake. The King is not up here, he is at dinner! What is the meaning of this?�
Gwuryn grabbed his arm and shoved him roughly up against the door to Aragorn�s chambers, strength on his side he pinned the startled young man, earning a yelp from Faramir. No one else was in the hallway to see what had happened, they were all at the dinner party. There was no one to stop the guard but Faramir himself.
He struggled against the man�s superior strength, trying to shove him back. �Unhand me! What do you think you are doing? Let me go!�
The Guard kicked the door to the King�s chambers open and threw Faramir inside, striding forward and slamming it closed behind them.
Faramir gasped, striking his wounded side against a small table and winced in pain. Disoriented, he could not flee in time before his arm was grasped again� the arm that was attached to his wounded shoulder. He cried out, but he still fought.
�Don�t act so surprised Faramir.� Gwuryn said mockingly, �The way that you behave.� he scoffed. �I�m sure you know where I am taking you.�
�No�� Faramir�s eyes opened wide in fear as his gaze flew to the secret passageway behind Denethor�s desk. Not down there. How could the guard know? Unless�he shuddered with horror. This could not be happening. He must be having a nightmare! �Help!� he cried out, �Someone help me!�
Gwuryn laughed heartily. �Surely you remember that this room is soundproof.�

Without losing his iron-grip on the Steward, he opened the passage, which lead to a stairwell. The rusty old stairs spiraled down into the darkness, all the way down through Minas Tirith. Down to the dungeons below. The dungeons that were no longer in use. Not since Aragorn became King.
The guard forced him forward and down the stairs, using pain as his leverage. Faramir fought frantically to stay clear minded�to stay sane. He remembered those stairs. They seemed to go down forever, these stairs. He felt the man behind him at every twist and turn, fear building in his heart as to what was really with him, and to what was waiting for him below. They were about twenty feet from the bottom when suddenly the man shoved him forward, causing him to stumble over the next step.
Laughter echoed in his mind as he lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs, plunging into the abyss that waited. When he hit the ground all he could think of was one thing.
Frodo�s face.
He knew he was hurt, for he could not move; the wind had been knocked out of him. Dazedly he looked up into the darkness, feeling several pairs of hands lifted him up and vaguely realizing the bottom of the stairwell was now lit. Pain shot through his body when he was moved and he reeled from it, crying out.
But no one heeded him.
His vision scattered into a dim haze, and thankfully�he blacked out.
**TO BE CONTINUED**
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