Whatever Aragorn has to say has to do with / results in Faramir leaving for Harad.
Chapter 13: Plans[edit]
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Faramir nearly jumped upon hearing Aragorn’s voice, but he rose hurriedly and let him in quietly, after looking up and down the corridor quietly. He flushed as he realised he was still wearing the awful garment Aran had given him, the sheer material hugging his body, the sash around the waist accentuating his lines even more.
He found he was just as nervous now as he was when Denethor and Aragorn had called him just before they were to meet Aran.
His nervousness then had dissipated soon when he had been introduced to Halbarad whom he knew was more than just a captain in the northern forces. He was in some sort of espionage unit Faramir had been sure and it was confirmed when Halbarad had calmly told him that they had called him again to tell him he was to accept the proposal so that he could be the much needed spy for Gondor in Harad. Aragorn had watched him with those quiet, grey eyes and Faramir had found himself agreeing.
After all, stealth was a tactic well known to rangers in Ithilien. He would bind himself to Marek, a formal wedding would not be possible, and at such close quarters to Haradrim royalty there was much news they could get especially as all of Halbarad’s spies had made it quite clear that Marek honouring the treaty in the long term seemed an impossibility. And Marek had his own spies somewhere in the citadel staff so that the throne room with its open doors was no longer suitable for even a small private conversation. Marek’s proposal had provided had provided a perfect opportunity.
They would all put up an act that Denethor wished to get rid of Faramir. The young man had secretly thought that would not need much acting on his father’s part. And it hadn’t, he’d seen. Boromir though was still not to know for it was agreed he’d never accept the plan, and allow his brother to enter Harad in such a manner.
It was only after that conversation that Faramir had let Aran treat him in such a manner as h did, knowing that he did so, so as to ensure that he himself could provide Gondor an advantage she certainly needed. Marek’s family had been ruling Harad or a while now and their deeds had never been geared towards peace. Ever greedy for more wealth and land, warring was all the ling family of Harad understood, whether the common Haradrim people desired it or not.
“Denethor and Halbarad will be here shortly,” Aragorn said, quietly, “but I wished to speak to you alone first. Halbarad assures me it is quite safe to speak here without fear of eavesdroppers unlike the throne room.”
“Yes, sire?” Faramir asked, all his earlier doubts vanishing in an instant. How could he think of leaving?
“Faramir – I – what Aran said,” Aragorn began stammering much to Faramir’s surprise, “Look, I didn’t know – are you really still a virgin, Faramir?”
He blushed at that, and thought about lying, but stayed silent instead.
“Did he – did he really touch you?” Aragorn asked, “And he said when leaving that he had spanked you! Look, Faramir this is beginning to seem worse than he thought. I think you should –“
Aragorn never completed his sentence for Denethor and Halbarad entered just then.
“You fool!” Denethor said softly yet angrily, “Could you not satisfy Aran at one shot? What did you do wrong now?”
Faramir stared at him tiredly. Denethor would never be satisfied.
“Oh I think it’s alright. Aran just likes to show off his importance. He’s getting old and feels he needs to voice himself every now and then,” Halbarad interrupted, “Faramir, tomorrow he’s probably going to ask you to kiss Marek in front of their soldiers or some such thing so just stay prepared, will you?”
Faramir nodded.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea any more,” Aragorn said suddenly, “He’s hardly more than boy and a virgin at that…you heard Aran. How are we to send him off to bind with one like Marek.”
“There is no one else to send,” Denethor pointed out, still glaring coldly at Faramir, “and this opportunity is quite fortuitous.”
“I agree, Aragorn,” Halbarad said gently, “And Faramir knew, didn’t you, child.”
Faramir nodded again.
Aragorn bit his lip in irritation, “I know there are few others to be sent and that this opportunity will not occur again, but – “
“He can handle it, Aragorn,” Denethor said almost impatiently, “And if he is still a virgin, well he prefers men anyway, if the ladies in court speak truly. I am sure he will not find it unsuitable to his tastes to be bound to Marek!”
“You should be ready to leave tomorrow, Faramir,” Halbarad said, “We came to tell you that. Keep your things ready. You’ll need warm clothes for if Marek needs you to join him in the deserts at any time and I hope he does for his troop placements out there will be fine information for us. Also, you need to know how to identify the carrier pigeons that you might need to use to exchange information and I will leave here these instructions for the simplest code we use. Destroy it later please.”
Faramir took the piece of parchment he was handed and nodded as Halbarad continued talking about the pigeons. Aragorn continued to look worried he realised distractedly and Denethor looked expressionless as they all sat down on various chairs while Faramir sat gingerly on the bed, trying to ignore the soreness resulting from the spanking as well as Aran’s finger, and ineffectually tugging at his shirt trying not to expose more of himself.
He and Halbarad were still discussing things quietly when the sky beyond Faramir’s window began lightening. Denethor had left many hours ago but Aragorn had fallen asleep on Faramir’s bed, sprawled across it. His perfectly shaped mouth hung must a little open and his shirt front had loosened exposing his well muscled chest casing Faramir’s mouth to feel quite dry. He tried not to let his eyes wander downwards.
“I must leave now to meet Aran,” he murmured as dawn’s first light glimmered above the mountains to the east.
Soon, he stood outside Marek’s quarters in a quiet corner of Miand Tirith.
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