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| − | And then it had started raining heavily and Faramir had no choice but to mount his horse and lead her through the pouring water across the vast open meadows. Rider and horse plodded slowly and miserably through mud and water, and while Faramir was unhappy at the effort his poor horse was being put through. In the last few days he had come a long way from Minas Tirith and the faithful animal had been with him all they way along, uncomplaining. However, he was also | + | |
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| + | Faramir came to a halt when it was clear his horse would go no further and that the rain would not abet as yet. He had not wanted to exhaust the animal so and had even tried earlier in the day to walk with her, but he himself was so tired he had stumbled all the while as they’d negotiated a grassy bank, once even falling into a huge puddle that resulted in him getting his torn clothes thoroughly wet. | ||
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| + | And then it had started raining heavily and Faramir had no choice but to mount his horse and lead her through the pouring water across the vast open meadows. Rider and horse plodded slowly and miserably through mud and water, and while Faramir was unhappy at the effort his poor horse was being put through. In the last few days he had come a long way from Minas Tirith and the faithful animal had been with him all they way along, uncomplaining. However, he was also lathe to tarry longer. It would take a day more of riding to leave Rohan behind entirely. He was anxious not to meet any of the Eoreds knowing their commanders would recognise him and he had no desire to explain his presence in their land or for them to learn he was now banished by his father from Gondor. Or to be taken to King Theoden or his advisor Grima Wormtongue. | ||
He tried not to think of it as he led his horse to the cover of some large rocks, ensured she was comfortable and fed her some hay. For himself, all he had to eat were some fruits he had picked off some trees along the way and he munched those quietly, stifling his hunger pangs as he had been doing through his journey. | He tried not to think of it as he led his horse to the cover of some large rocks, ensured she was comfortable and fed her some hay. For himself, all he had to eat were some fruits he had picked off some trees along the way and he munched those quietly, stifling his hunger pangs as he had been doing through his journey. | ||
| − | He sat back now against a wet rock, and as ever his mind wandered back to his last encounter with Denethor, and it was not just the cold the rain caused that made him shiver as he remembered Denethor’s voice, offering him an alternative. He had been stunned into silence then, unable to believe what his ears were hearing. But then Denethor’s fingers had wandered between his buttocks and fingered his entrance and Faramir had reacted with disgust and anger. | + | He sat back now against a wet rock, and as ever his mind wandered back to his last encounter with Denethor, and it was not just the cold the rain caused that made him shiver as he remembered Denethor’s voice, offering him an alternative, even as the Steward’s cold hands had wandered over his buttocks. He had been stunned into silence then, unable to believe what his ears were hearing. But then Denethor’s fingers had wandered between his buttocks and fingered his entrance and Faramir had reacted with disgust and anger. |
“No!” he’d shouted, “I would never – let me go…” | “No!” he’d shouted, “I would never – let me go…” | ||
| − | Faramir had felt anger turn to something akin to fear as Denethor had suddenly pushed his fingers into him. He’d cried aloud in pain as he felt his entrance being stretched to accommodate two fingers and even as he’d tried desperately to push Denethor away, he hadn’t been able to and the finger had continued to push into his resisting body, hurting him. | + | But Denethor had held him close in a strong unwavering grip and Faramir had felt anger turn to something akin to fear as Denethor had suddenly pushed his fingers into him. He’d cried aloud in pain as he felt his entrance being stretched to accommodate two fingers and even as he’d tried desperately to push Denethor away, he hadn’t been able to and the finger had continued to push into his resisting body, hurting him. |
| − | “Think again boy,” Denethor had whispered, | + | “Think again boy,” Denethor had whispered, “There is much pleasure in it for you as well.” |
| − | “No!” Faramir had ground out, pain, fear, anger all colliding in him. He wriggled in Denethor’s arms, only to feel more pain spike through his lower back. Denethor made a | + | “No!” Faramir had ground out, pain, fear, anger all colliding in him. He wriggled in Denethor’s arms, only to feel more pain spike through his lower back. Denethor made a scornful sound and pulled his fingers out of Faramir, and shoved him away. |
| − | + | “Very well, then I command you to leave Gondor this instant. If you are found within her borders again, I will have you carried into the deepest dungeons and flogged. You will not come near your brother again. You have ever been a troubling influence on him and I will have that no more. I shall tell him that you have been sent on an errand to Rohan. In two days’ time he shall be told you were attacked by orcs and nothing of you or your guard is left.” | |
Faramir stared at him uncomprehendingly as he turned and walked over to his desk. | Faramir stared at him uncomprehendingly as he turned and walked over to his desk. | ||
| − | “You shall leave now,” Denethor had said coldly, | + | “You shall leave now,” Denethor had said coldly, “but not before I punish you for your stubbornness and your refusal of my offer.” |
Faramir looked up to see Denethor holding a whip in his hand and swallowed dryly as Denethor neared him. He did nothing as he was flung bodily over the table. He simply lay there as he had done countless times earlier and let the whip fall repeatedly on his back and buttocks, grateful that for once his clothes stayed on to take the brunt of the initial beating. Denethor beat him until the skin was cut and briefly Faramir wondered why he was enduring this when he was after all banished from Gondor, was he not? But try as he might, in all his years Faramir had not been able to bring himself to fight one man and that was his father. And so he lay bent over the table quietly, ignoring the pain as he always had. | Faramir looked up to see Denethor holding a whip in his hand and swallowed dryly as Denethor neared him. He did nothing as he was flung bodily over the table. He simply lay there as he had done countless times earlier and let the whip fall repeatedly on his back and buttocks, grateful that for once his clothes stayed on to take the brunt of the initial beating. Denethor beat him until the skin was cut and briefly Faramir wondered why he was enduring this when he was after all banished from Gondor, was he not? But try as he might, in all his years Faramir had not been able to bring himself to fight one man and that was his father. And so he lay bent over the table quietly, ignoring the pain as he always had. | ||
| − | When it was over Denethor had | + | When it was over he had made to stand and leave, knowing that Denethor had meant every word he had said. But Denethor placed a hand on his lower back holding him down. |
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| + | “Not so soon,” he had grated out, “I offered you a chance to take this willingly, but you refused. I will have you at least this once whether you will it or not.” | ||
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| + | To Faramir’s horror his pants were pulled down. He had cried out and tried desperately to get away, but despite his age Denethor was strong and Faramir was slighter in build and tired and suffering from the whipping and the earlier spanking and lack of sleep. A brief struggle was all he could manage before Denethor had him pinned down over the table again, his pants at his knees, his legs spread out. Denethor entered him brutally with no preparation, tearing him and revelling in Faramir cries of pain and in the meagre resistance that Faramir’s untried body put out. | ||
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| + | Searing pain had lanced through him over and over again as Denethor had thrust roughly into him, lifting his body, digging his fingers into his stomach. It was over before Faramir knew it. Denethor pulled out of him roughly, and shoved him away, towards the outer door. | ||
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| + | Faramir crumpled miserably on the floor. | ||
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| + | “I told you, you should have accepted,” Denethor sneered, “Look at you, lying there like the miserable snivelling coward you are. You are no son of mine. Get out. That door leads to the stables. And never come in my sight again!” | ||
| − | He had left that night. Denethor had let him take his horse, to get him the sooner out of | + | He had left that night. Denethor had let him take his horse, to get him the sooner out of gondor he had said, but nothing else. All he’d had were the clothes he wore, torn now from the whipping and the his cloak |
| − | “Go, before I call the guards | + | “Go, before I call the guards in to show you out and in your current state rest assured they will take their own pleasure in you before they do so!” Denethor had sneered. |
| − | He had left, | + | He had left, tried, aching, hurt and suddenly terrified of Denethor. He’d always been scared of hi, a fact he had not admitted even to himself until now, but now, he was terrified of Denethor, and unwilling to cross him, not in his current state. He would leave, let Boromir think he was dead… it was better than having to submit to Denethor and lie to Boromir and have Boromir caught between them. |
| − | The first few days had been painful. Faramir had tended to his wounds as | + | The first few days had been painful. Faramir had tended to his wounds as bets as he could and tried not to weep as he’d prepared makeshift herbs. Denethor had torn him and his rear felt tender and inflamed. The whip marks on his skin too were deeper than usual, and in the first few days, Faramir had simply walked by his horse for it had hurt too much to ride her. The injuries were still healing when he’d reached a small village where he’d told the people that he had been attacked by orcs and sold his silver buckled belt and bought a meagre stash of provisions. |
He had ridden on after that, days merging into nights until he could no longer remember exactly how many days he’d ridden. He had somehow decided to ride North, beyond even Rohan. He would ride there and live off the land there and then – | He had ridden on after that, days merging into nights until he could no longer remember exactly how many days he’d ridden. He had somehow decided to ride North, beyond even Rohan. He would ride there and live off the land there and then – | ||
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He didn’t know what he would do then, and now leaning against the wet rock as the rain continued to fall around him and his poor horse whinnied in distress he felt despair course through him as he wondered what he should do now. | He didn’t know what he would do then, and now leaning against the wet rock as the rain continued to fall around him and his poor horse whinnied in distress he felt despair course through him as he wondered what he should do now. | ||
| − | Perhaps if he’d accepted Denethor’s offer… but he couldn’t have… if Boromir found out he would be so disgusted with Faramir …anyone would if they knew. | + | Perhaps if he’d accepted Denethor’s offer… but he couldn’t have… if Boromir found out he would be so disgusted with Faramir …anyone would if they knew what had happened. |
He shivered again, aware now that he was tired and should sleep, but then he heard the sound of a horse and stood up suddenly, to see three riders coming to the place he sheltered in. He pulled out his sword from his saddlebag, and held it tight, breathing rapidly. | He shivered again, aware now that he was tired and should sleep, but then he heard the sound of a horse and stood up suddenly, to see three riders coming to the place he sheltered in. He pulled out his sword from his saddlebag, and held it tight, breathing rapidly. | ||
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“Who goes there?” he asked his voice hoarse partly from the cold and partly from nervousness. | “Who goes there?” he asked his voice hoarse partly from the cold and partly from nervousness. | ||
| − | + | “Trvallers, who are you?” the other man asked in a strong even voice, and walked closer to Faramir. | |
“I – a -,” he found himself faltering as the other man neared. His companions followed. | “I – a -,” he found himself faltering as the other man neared. His companions followed. | ||
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“You are alone?” the first man asked sharply, glancing at the wet and torn clothes and then the horse. | “You are alone?” the first man asked sharply, glancing at the wet and torn clothes and then the horse. | ||
| − | Faramir pulled his cloak tighter around him. He was getting wet standing out in the rain but he ignored it as wondered what to reply. Their looks turned suspicious now and Faramir felt uncomfortable at the close scrutiny, but he knew it was unlikely for | + | Faramir pulled his cloak tighter around him. He was getting wet standing out in the rain but he ignored it as wondered what to reply. Their looks turned suspicious now and Faramir felt uncomfortable at the close scrutiny, but he knew it was unlikely for peopel to travel alone in these orc-infested areas. He was merely lucky he had met none yet. |
“A fine horse for a lone traveller,” the second rider spoke, his voice much like the first man’s. He pushed his hood back to reveal features similar to the dark haired man, although older, “Where did you get her?” | “A fine horse for a lone traveller,” the second rider spoke, his voice much like the first man’s. He pushed his hood back to reveal features similar to the dark haired man, although older, “Where did you get her?” | ||
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| − | + | * [[It is a group of Orcs]] | |
| − | [[ | + | * [[It is the Rohirrim looking for horse thieves, and Grima Woemtongue rides with them]] |
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