LotR: "Random" (Haldir / Faramir) (2 / 3) Title: "accident"
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Haldir / Faramir
Genre: PWP-ish prompt: Summer Challenge 2 Paekche
- the stormwater (With or without screen) "from
![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_tJqQRMmaxgVQimG0liiiB49XEpSPhezcMPajaupZQPXjGsOZ4fJRC3rUkDQXNG-dawtOG_K2MfhABU3xIMQARwPHRuEhh8Jgma4jADr2J7JiOvbgTyeg=s0-d)
120_minuten .
Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 3369 words.
Summary: Faramir meets surprising to Haldir. Both are soaked to the skin, however, have to do something; D A / N: This story is a oneshot for pairing Faramir / Haldir. At the same time it is the second part of three stories, although they are independent of each other, but I, inspired by the prompt "accident / coincidence" or "rain (With or without screen) "to the community
120_minuten have written. They are the main theme "Accident / chance / fate" held together, under the I post the other two stories. Here is the first part
accident that one did not, however, must be read to understand this story. Thanks
![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_t6MM1yrtNskslatyL04wRn9aTYSb96WOD5vaT8oZIBtzdDrYXb3BWrNGnPAQ3cH16DVzHMP_-inF9DAQMv-n4CPhMPBSRu-1BsIyiWWRfDjREPkQ=s0-d)
kari77 for the wonderful story banner.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is the property of JRR Tolkien and his heirs and New Production Line.
Beta: zamboni12 really helped in making the story presentable. Again, many thanks. * Hugs *
accident / chance / fate
II random It rained in torrents, as Faramir fought his way through the forest. The trees offered him little protection from the storm, so he was soaked to the skin and the wind tugged at his clothing. Rain drops ran down his forehead and cheeks. Shivering, he pulled the hood low in the face.
He hated it, in such a storm to be on the road, especially when the area where he was, did not know well. Despite all, he remembered a dark cave that he had discovered the last time and where he stayed when he was moved at much better weather through this park.
A tingling sensation in the nose and a powerful sneeze then interrupted his thoughts, he blinked and looked around. If he remembered correctly, the cave had to be here all around. Determined, he continued, directing his steps carefully on the slippery ground. His eyes searched the rocks before from him when he saw the discreet stone formation, which represented the protected entrance to the cave. Relieved, he followed a small path, which is a little extended and a cave entrance took place, which was not visible from the woods. It was the perfect place to pitch his camp undisturbed, and to hide from potential attackers.
Faramir sighed and turned back the hood. His tangled hair stuck to his forehead and exhausted, he wiped his eyes as he felt an unpleasant tingling in the neck. Immediately, he was wide awake. Something was wrong. With the experienced eyes and ears of a Ranger, he remained at the entrance and took up his bow. The arrow on the string, he listened and heard the faint crackling of wood burned in a fire. The smell of smoke rushed only now in the nose but from his position he could see no gleam of light.
tense he entered the cave, be prepared to have to defend every minute. It was obvious he was not the first who had that night the idea to pitch his camp here. However, whether friend or foe in the impenetrable darkness of the stone walls was, he could not recognize. He slowly put one foot before the other, and approached silently the bend that led further into the cave inside, a voice rang out behind him.
"Stand still!"
Faramir obeyed, as he simultaneously felt a sharp blade in the back. Apparently he had not been as quietly as he had thought.
"Who are you and what you want here?" Asked the voice continued.
Faramir swallowed.
"My name is Faramir," he said, much too loud for his own ears, while the bow drawn still held in his hand. "I come from Gondor and have got into the storm. Therefore I was looking for a place to pitch my camp. "
He felt the blade was taken down and turned around slowly. He let himself sink the bow he had kept all the time in position. The surprise
been discovered and caught from behind to be, was nothing compared to the bewilderment that Faramir felt at the sight of his opponent, as he stood over anyone, but an elf.
The elf was tall and his blond hair wreathed his shoulders in long, smooth strands. Much more striking was that he was half naked. Faramir's eyes slid along the adjustable upper body, formed the smooth muscles and disappeared at the hip in gray-green pants. Obviously also the Elf come to a thunderstorm and had his things to dry out the fire. So that he would have a visitor, he seemed not to have expected, which explained his elevator.
Faramir took a moment before he took himself. Although it is dim in the cave and he was soaking wet, he could not repress the thought, how breathtaking the Elbe looked like. His skin gleamed pearl colored and he was the spitting image of a warrior as it could only be the best sculptor in stone chisel to Gondor.
Out of nowhere suddenly inflamed desire in him, hit him by surprise and clutched together in his stomach. He nervously took a breath and held it for a split second, then he was back under control.
"govannen Mae * he said in Sindarin, in the hope of a peace offering.
The elf lowered his head almost imperceptibly into a nod. If he was surprised to have been welcomed in his native language, let he does not show it.
"My name is Haldir," he replied and walked over to Faramir to the next bend in the road. The young Rangers followed him and they circled the rock, which was the last obstacle before the cave opened into a large room. A piece from the entrance Haldir had kindled a fire, which appeared in the gray stone walls, flickering weakly red.
The elf put the dagger in his belt he was wearing and sat down on a flat ledge. Faramir came to the fire and stopped for a moment undecided. He saw Haldir to that looked back with a stone face. Faramir imperceptibly shrugged his shoulders and began to open the locks of the cape, was dripping from the water. He was already in a small pool and realized only now, when he was at the warm fire as he was really frozen solid.
With stiff fingers, he took off the jacket and put it on a large stone near the fire, when he saw Haldir's clothing. She seemed almost dry and only few were even darker, wet spots in the fabric visible. The dress was simple and from a green-gray that his vehicle had perfect blend with nature. It was not the first time that Faramir saw such clothes. The Weber Gondor had done its utmost to make the clothing of the Rangers so that their institutions in the woods, where they moved, were invisible, but with the art of the same could be the cloth which Faramir in the body bore no comparison. For a moment, distracted by this thought, he paused before he broke out of its rigidity and debated with himself whether he should move out before this stranger.
Haldir seemed to have read his thoughts because he said quietly in the silence: "The wet clothes dry quickly in the vicinity of the Fire. "
Faramir nodded and saw this as a request that his companion would not mind if he hung his clothes to dry also. With routine steps he took off his outer clothing, but retained as Haldir in his pants. They clung to his legs, because they were still wet, but the mere fact that he was naked to the waist to a stranger and, moreover, an elf sat opposite him uncomfortable.
course was ridiculous. As a Ranger, he was accustomed to rainfall and storms his men naked But see here, alone with the Elf, whose beauty represents a property of his race, he found it unusual. That being said, he constantly tried to ignore the nagging feeling of excitement, who headed wide at the sight of him in Haldir.
To distract himself, he reached into his pack and load took two apples out of it. He did not expect to run into a storm and originally planned to shoot a rabbit or bird for dinner. But those plans were quickly dissolved in air, so that the two apples were the only thing he brought with him to dinner.
With a smile he offered Haldir in the one apple that he accepted with a grateful nod. Obviously, the Elbe was rather a quiet fellow, because he had not been told much. Faramir could only be right. He was not socializing.
Instead of starting a conversation, he bit it so heartily in the apple. Faramir during chewing, he watched Haldir, who reached into his own luggage. He took out a cloth and opened it to reveal several thin loaves. He took one in hand, he said, handing Faramir half.
"Thank you", he said, and broke a piece of the light from cakes. With thumb and index finger to his mouth and he took it in for a surprise. He anticipated the sour aroma of bread. But what unfolded in his mouth, was an almost intoxicating taste, he was able to grip properly. It was refreshing yet spicy, sweet yet bitter enough that he was not bitter. It tasted like nothing he had ever tasted, and certainly not as a simple wheat flatbread.
"What's that?" He asked, surprised and took another bite. "It tastes wonderful." Haldir smiled
Faramir and still believed to recognize an amused glint in his eyes.
"Lembas," he said.
Faramir nodded, and from the special bread of the same he had heard. It was the myth that one bite was enough to get through the day and could supply all companies with just a few cakes. And they said that they tasted like heaven.
"The bread of the gods," he murmured softly, and Haldir looked up.
"You know the legend?"
Faramir nodded. He knew about the story that the bread was given once by the Valar the same as a gift was when the country was suffering from a famine. The elves shared the gift with the people and helped them in times of need, but they kept the recipe for themselves, resulting in the same time gratitude to resentment.
"It is the first time I try it," said Faramir, and seized with the soft dough in his hand a little tighter. "I ..." he began when he suddenly had to sneeze.
"Excuse me," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "The rain ..."
Haldir nodded and stood up. Without a word he ran to his clothes, which lay beside Faramir on the stones at the fire and put his hand against the fabric of his cloak. Obviously he felt that this was already dried. Satisfied with the result, he picked it up, shook it off and put it over his arm. Then he ran around the fire and stopped in front of his companions.
"Your trousers are still wet, Faramir. It would be better if you she also lies down to dry. So long, "and so saying he gave him against the coat," you can put on her the cloak. "
Faramir Haldir looked at and then the cape, while he again fought out in a fight over whether he should accept the proposal. On the one hand, Haldir was right. It was not healthy to sit around in wet pants, especially since he felt already pay a cold. On the other hand, it would be under the jacket completely naked. Only, it gave him Haldir, after all his cloak. A gesture that he knew to appreciate.
He sighed and nodded. Gratefully, he accepted the mantle and put on him. The fabric was soft and comfortable on the bare skin. Lightweight and rested on his shoulders and immediately donated a warmth the support of the fire. He got up and went to the stones. With his back to the elf standing, he took off his pants and laid them out to dry. Then he went back to the fire, wrapped the cloth tightly around himself.
"Thanks," he said for the second time to Haldir and sat down. "Normally I'm not prone to disease, but I fear that the rain has added more to me than I thought.
"How long have you waiting in the storm on the way?" Asked Haldir back interested.
"Not really long," Faramir replied, "maybe an hour until I reached the cave."
"You come from Gondor, you say," he continued, "because you are far away from your home."
Faramir smiled. "I am a Ranger", he replied, nodding as an explanation of the Elbe. He knew of the warriors of Gondor, which guarded the frontier Ithilien and freed from Sauron's henchmen.
"Why are you alone?" He asked further, and a shadow momentarily darkened the features of the young man.
"I was on my way to the next base," he said gloomily. "Orcs have invaded our camp for three nights and it was lucky that I escaped and some of my men. On the hunt through the forest, we lose ourselves, however, so I have made myself alone on the way to the next camp. "
Haldir nodded thoughtfully, and put on wood. "I'm sorry."
Faramir did not answer, but stared silently at the flames that licked greedily at the fresh branches.
"How is it? "he asked after a while, forget the conversation just prior.
"From Lórien," said Haldir.
Faramir rubbed the soft fabric of the jacket between his fingers.
"There should be a place full of beauty."
"It's a place I'm lucky to call my home," confirmed the Elbe.
"I would like to see him one day," Faramir replied thoughtfully. "The Mallorn-trees, such as liquid Gold will shine in the sun and the library. A place where I could safely spend months. "
Haldir laughed. "The library? It is rare that someone first mentioned the library. "
Faramir laughed, too. "It is the place that is home for me everywhere."
The elf ran his fingers through her blond locks. "A warrior and a scholar. This is the case you do not often. "
Faramir grinned. "And yet I am nothing special," he said.
Khadir replied not sure, but looked over to the clothing.
Faramir followed his gaze and stood up slowly. Since then, he had placed there, was some time has passed and, with luck, at least his pants were so dry that he could pick up again. As he senses the fabric, he felt Haldir's gaze in his back and the excitement he had been successfully suppressed surged again in him. It was not the first time that Faramir was a man attractive, but it was the first time that it was an elf.
He sighed, willing to suppress his feelings. He was half naked in a cave with an Elf, he had never seen before. Why then only he had the feeling that he knew him all his life? It was an intimacy between them which had been felt through the words of their conversation. They could be silent together, and it felt uncomfortable or even embarrassing.
the look down, he got up and walked back to his seat. When he sat down, he looked up and met Haldir's eyes, which had followed him. For a split second, it looked like it. But she was gone as quickly as they had come. He was a fool, so tired and exhausted that he imagined things and gave his wishes on others. He yawned wearily.
"Maybe it would be better if we sleep," Haldir said, amused.
Faramir shook his head. "Tell me more about Lórien," he called him instead. He felt at ease in society Haldir and he was determined to waste a minute of it.
And told Haldir of Lórien. From the wonders of the forest and the beauty of nature. He told of his Lord and his Lady, his task as a border guard and his family. He told of his brothers and a life in harmony.
Farmair listened fascinated, and could see everything going on. They talked about their lives that were so different and yet so similar. Both were guards who were their masters, yet they separated worlds. Faramir - Product of stone walls and gleaming white stone, Haldir - child of nature, which he wore just like in nature is the same in himself. But what really separated them was time. Thousands of years, the Haldir lived, where he gained experience, things seen and had done that Faramir knew only from yellowed scrolls. A Life in immortality, which was both surprising and burden. They talked
opened to each other and got closer to a way with which both were not expecting. At the end of the night the feeling of intimacy was even stronger than before. It came almost before Faramir as if they were to meet before, when they would have brought together not only the chance that night.
for the hundredth time he watched Haldir shot and unwanted thoughts through his mind. How about to kiss her mouth, which he listened all night, fascinated had. How about to bury his hand in his hair and skin feel on skin. For a moment he was captured in these pictures, as he stared at the elf.
cleared his throat and Faramir Haldir awoke from his trance.
"Maybe it's really time for us to sleep. A few hours remain until the sun rises. "
" I knew you should not keep you awake so long. Excuse me. "
" I prefer a good conversation before sleep any time, "replied the elf, and smiled. Faramir smiled
back. was on "I'm glad that I am not alone so crazy."
Haldir and went to him. "You are anything but crazy, Faramir," he said and pulled him to his feet.
They stood facing each other, much too tight, as that Faramir could hide what he felt. The breathing stopped him as Haldir looked at him. It was as if he was looking for something in his eye. Then he smiled again and the first time that night, Faramir fell on the pits that were formed by Haldir corner of my eye when he did this.
"Haldir" he began, but did not get far. The Kiss stopped his flow of words and surprised him at the same time. Haldir's lips pressed against his and Faramir's heart beat faster.
Unsolicited he opened his lips and immediately felt the touch of Haldir's tongue against his. Quickly turned the kiss of a cautious keys to a passionate duel.
Haldir put his hand on Faramir's mind and moved him closer to himself, while the other slipped under his coat and lay against his chest. It was the beginning of something great at the end of a long night.
They made love at dawn, while the sun rose, slowly and tenderly, not two strangers who researched, but familiar, the known paths entered. They loved each other sensually, and with the certainty that it was the right thing. It seemed as if this night two parts found each other, which together formed a whole, without that they had suspected that something was missing them.
They loved each other with the desperation of those who knew that they must separate and the slowness of those who want to hold onto what they have. They loved each other until it was bright and the birds began to twitter. Then they fell asleep. Exhausted and happy in the arms of another.
As Faramir awoke he was alone. The fire was extinguished and Haldir was nowhere in sight. Confused, he peered into the semi-darkness before his eyes had become accustomed. Then he saw that not only Haldir was gone, but his stuff. He had to be gone, while he was still asleep.
Faramir sat up. He did not know what to make of it. He was disappointed and at the same time he called himself a fool. Haldir was nothing more than a stranger, a casual companion, who had been forced upon him by the turmoil of the storm. He sighed and stood up. Deep in his heart he knew he was a little pre-logical, that in this Night is not just a casual acquaintance and harmless sex was gone. It sounded strange, but in the few hours they had spent together, Faramir had become aware that there had been more.
He went to the stones on which he had the night before, laid his clothes out to dry. But instead of spread out stiff and rough, they were folded neatly before him. In addition to his shirt, his trousers and tunic were his two slices of soft Lembas who were of his way to the next camp more than adequate.
He stopped when his eyes fell on the mantle, because there was not his own clothes, but had worn the gray-green cloak Haldir, Faramir the last night. He was also folded neatly. Tenderly, he ran his hand over the soft fabric and smiled. It was Haldir's last goodbye to him, a gift that he said what he already knew and which he was so sure of a sudden, as never before in his life. This night was
might be a coincidence, and they would probably never see again, but they had done something out of their encounter: For them, it was love.
* "govannen Mae", "Be salute "(in the same language Sindarin)
