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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
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Fic Name: Minas Tirith - Legacy of the Ring Bearer.
Chapter Name: From Ecstasy to Agony
Pairing: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Frodo, Faramir/Aragorn, Aragorn/Frodo, Faramir/Denethor
Rating: NC17
Beta: The wonderful and stouthearted HEL!
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.
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.

WARNING: By nou sou should know I do not pull punches. Reading further means that you accept that, and still want to go on with the tale as graphic as it will become.
CHAPTER 18 - From Ecstasy to Agony

Waking up. Did he really think that perhaps all the bad things were gone? The young man shivered in the slight chill that washed over the room. He remembered falling, nothing else though at the moment. He was not alone in the room, he could feel the presence of another. His eyes fluttered open to the darkness and a sudden strange feeling of familiarity caressed his senses. Darkness and despair were all he had ever known, so he could actually deal with this. He understood it.

What surprised him the most was that he was not uncomfortable. The last thing he expected was to be lying unbound upon a softtrettress, quilts covering his body. Had it been a bad dream? No..no it was too fresh in his mind, too real, as was the pain in his legs anck. ck.
�Where am I?� he asked the darkness, swallowing with a dry throat.
�Safe.� spoke a familiar voice. He cringed. Denethor. Weakly he struggled to sit up on his elbows. He could not see anything yet, no formless shapes. It was too dark and his eyes had not yet become adjusted to it.

�Father?�
�Yes.� the voice said soothingly, �Relax, my dear son.�
It was surreal; his father had never spoken so calmly to him before, even if it was just his spirit. �I fell.� he whispered. �My legs hurt, I can�t move. What is wrong with me?�
�You will be just fine.� A candle was lit, and the dim light cut through the darkness showing that it was not his father with him, just someone dressed like Denethor, speaking with his father�s voice, yet it was not him. He vaguely recognized the guard that had been stationed outside his chamber.
�You are not my father. Denethor is dead. Who are you? What do you want?� Faramir tried desperately to move, but his legs wouldn�t budge, he felt like a dead weight for his arms were sluggish too. His entire body seemed to be working against him.
�I have what I want.� Denethor smirked, �You, and the child within. He survived your fall down the stairs, thus proving his determination to live. You have been drugged, my dear son. And it is me, have you no fond words for your father�s return?�
Faramir choked, his eyes wide in fear as the man moved closer to him and sat on the bed.
�I have been very remiss, Faramir. I died without letting you know that I loved you. Yes, it is true, do not look so surprised. �
Faramir shuddered as the guard�s hand reached out to touch his cheek, almost gently. It was not his father�s hand, but it felt just as cold. �Don�t.� he gasped, �Don�t touch me!�
�Dare you to give me orders, Faramir? You are in no position for that,� the coldness returned to Denethor�s voice. �For the time being you shall remain as you are until I feel that you can be trusted not to harm yourself. I have taken you away from bad influences so that you might be reminded of who you are. And, Faramir, who you are, is not a suppliant to the false King of Gondor. Our family has guarded Gondor for generations. We -are- the rightful rulers, not the deceitful ranger from the north.�
�Father, please just let me go.� Faramir begged, miserably. He did not know exactly what his father intended, and this was all too much. Aragorn -was- the rightful ruler, and he was a good King. �Do not keep me here. You are dead, you must go now.�
�I will never rest as long as my family remains in turmoil.� Denethor said coldly. �Boromir is dead, yet he still walks the earth because of you. And, pathetic weakling that you are, you are pregnant. You are bearing a child of my line, my last hope. Your dalliance with that -creature- however, is an insult.� His hand snaked out suddenly to slap the young man.
Faramir winced, �Frodo loves me,� he said softly. �He does not love who I am or what I am. He loves me, and I�� the young man swallowed. �I love him.�
Denethor sneered, �Fool. First you fall in love with your own brother, now this�thing. I will not allow it.�
Faramir scowled in response, desperately trying to defeat the drug. �Frodo is not a thing, Father, he is a hobbit, and he is the father of my-�
�NO.� Denethor said sharply. �No he is not, Faramir.� The elder�s eyes gleamed. �I am. I know this because it was done on purpose. Do you remember the night that you told me of Boromir�s death?�
Faramir closed his eyes, refusing to believe it, �You�re wrong. Its not true.� his lips trembled, his mind unable to bear the idea. He remembered that night, though he tried hard to forget. It had been just before he went back to Ithilien, just before he met Frodo. He had suffered by his father�s touch and abuse so much, he did not want to remember. �Frodo is the father. Gandalf said��
�Gandalf knows -nothing- of our ways.� Denethor growled. �He is a crazy old wizard who has taken my city and given it to the usurper! That night I hatched a plan, Faramir. I knew of the loathsome truth, I knew well that you could become pregnant. Why do you think I used you all these years? I was -trying- to make it happen.�
Faramir paled, �But you sent me to my death��
Denethor laughed, �I knew you were not going to die, Faramir. At least, I had been told so. The reason everyone was sent out was to weaken the troops. The eye had promised us sanctuary if all resistance was crushed! When you returned, I was distraught. Boromir�s death, now yours, I thought you had died too, and I wanted it all over. The night before you left for Ithilien, magic was used to make you fertile.� Denethor�s hand rested upon Faramir�s stomach and caressed it. �So the truth is, you have my child here, and you�d best get used to the fact. When it is born, I shall be able to return to this world, as you die. For die you will, so that I might live. A fitting tribute to your beloved father, yes?� The man began to laugh horribly at the cry of anguish that escaped Faramir�s lips.
�No�No no no no�� Faramir repeated the word over and over again, weakly lifting his hands to his ears to try and drown out the reality facing him.
�I will not be able to stop your body from bleeding, Faramir. No one can, I do not know what lies they have told you, but when you have what you have, there is no stopping the blood. When one gives birth, there is an awful lot of it, especially when we will have to cut you open to retrieve the child. I always knew that one day you would have more use than a willing slut, Faramir. �
The guard leant down and pinned Faramir to the bed, climbing on top of him. �Now I think you understand your position, and your destiny, yes? Fighting will only make it hurt more.�
Faramir�s eyes glazed as he stared into the darkness. His carefully pieced together soul lay in shattered bits around him as he lay helplessly on the bed, without the ability to fight, even if he had wanted to.
� He whimpered to the shadows in his mind,
Hands drew off his shirt, cold pale hands, he knew them well. His body tensed as it always did, and he could not respond. His tormentor did not care if he responded. He was insane, taking Faramir�s new hopes and dreams away and crushing them in the ground under his feet.
He wondered if he would have fought even if he could, Denethor�s influence and control over him was so great.
There was a whisper in his ear, a seductive whisper, �Dear Faramir, I will tell you a secret, a secret that you have never known. A secret only I and your mother shared. �
Faramir�s blood ran cold, as the reason for his life was suddenly made clear in that one moment.
�You are not my son, you are Boromir�s half-brother. �
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Boromir ran a hand through his hair, staring at the door to Denethor�s old chambers it was the one place he could not go, and the one place he needed to be, for that was where Faramir had been taken. The elder brother cursed the fact that he had not been more careful. What could he have done though? He was a ghost, a spirit bound to the earth because Faramir still needed him.
He heard the sound of the party and frowned in thought, perhaps drink might help loosen the ability for men to see to the other side, perhaps for certain men. Or maybe an elf. Legolas? Boromir carefully made his way towards the sounds of the dinner. It was painful to leave the place where he was bound, but he had to do it, even though it hurt immensely.
He was the only one who knew what happened.
He weaved his way through the crowd, avoiding actually moving -through- people, for it was often disconcerting, and extremely unpleasant. He saw Aragorn and Frodo seated near each other, Frodo looked anxious, not that he could blame him. Faramir was unpredictable, lately, to say the least.
Legolas was standing out on the balcony, away from the activity, a goblet of wine in his hands, though mostly untouched. He was dressed very well, snug brown pants and a light silver tunic. Boromir watched him for a moment in the moonlight before advancing, then stopped as Aragorn appeared from the shadows. Apparently the King had been watching the elf for quite some time. Boromir frowned, not entirely liking this for some reason.

�Estel.� Legolas glanced to the King and bowed nobly.ugh ugh he tried to hide it, the pain in his eyes was still there, even after all these months.
�Still you mourn him?� Aragorn asked softly, clasping his hand on the railing of the balcony as his gaze swept over the beautiful elf.
�I always will, Estel.� The elf said matter-of-factly. �I always will. An elven heart is not given lightly.�
�He did not take it, he threw it back at you. -Legolas-, I�� He stepped forward, but the elf stood back and shook his head.
�Please Aragorn. I know. I�m sorry, I don�t think I will ever be ready to forget Boromir.�
Boromir sighed to himself, inwardly. Poor Legolas, he had known of course of the elf�s desire, but his love for Faramir overshadowed everything. He felt guilty, for he knew Legolas had been hurt. And he wondered how he could contact the elf, for the moment it appeared impossible, until an idea struck him. He knew Aragorn was sensitive to spirits, from the way Gondor was saved; the king just might be more receptive right now. He fixed his gaze on the man who was about to walk away in defeat again.
The King turned and frowned. He felt a familiar presence, a recent presence, �Who are you?� he put his hand to his sword, causing the elf to start and glance around.
Friend. Boromir could not directly commune with Aragorn as he could with Faramir, so this was going to be somewhat difficult. Help Mine.
�What is it, Estel?� Legolas asked nervously, now feeling the presence as well.
�Help mine, I heard, did you hear that?� Aragorn still clutched the hilt of the sword.
Boromir reached over and put his hands on one of the King�s bracers, through the moonlight and will, the symbol of the tree of Gondor lit up and caused the elf to gasp.
�It is Boromir.� Legolas said softly, �He is here, he is with us.�
�How do you know it is him?�
�I just know.� The elf gazed directly where Boromir was standing sadly. �He wants your help.�
�Someone must be in trouble.� The King said quickly, and his eyes widened, as the tree grew brighter in light.

Legolas and Aragorn looked at each other. �Faramir!� They both said at the same time.
As if they were one being, King and Elf turned and began to run through the hall, racing against time to the astonishment of their guests.

Author's note : In an rpg I play, myself and Chrystal Dragon were discussing Faramir not being Denethor's child, this is not an original idea, but one I've often entertained, I do not know if its been used anywhere else, I just know that I was the one who suggested it, but without CD I never would have. So I want to give her some credit here for that. And, FYI, I had a typo in this chapter, Denethor meant "I loved you." not I loved your brother LOL.

**To Be Continued�**
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