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But Aragorn smiled. ‘It will serve,’ he said. ‘The worst isnow over. Stay and be comforted!’ Then taking two leaves, he laid them on his hands and breathed on them, and then he crushed them, and straightway a living freshness filled the room, as if the air itself awoke and tingled, sparkling with joy. And then he cast the leaves into the bowls of steaming water that were brought to him, and at once all hearts were lightened. For the fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in spring is itself but a fleeting memory. But Aragorn stood up as one refreshed, and his eyes smiled as he held a bowl before Faramir’s dreaming face. ‘Well now! Who would have believed it?’ said Ioreth to a woman that stood beside her. ‘The weed is better than I thought. It reminds me of the roses of Imloth Melui when I was a lass, and no king could ask for better. Suddenly Faramir stirred, and he opened his eyes, and he looked on Aragorn who bent over him; and a light of knowledge and love was kindled in his eyes, and he spoke softly. ‘My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?’ ‘Walk no more in the shadows, but awake!’ said Aragorn. ‘You are weary. Rest a while, and take food, and be ready when I return.’ ‘I will, lord,’ said Faramir. ‘For who would lie idle when the king has returned?’

Faramir frowned when he noticed that your horse was tethered beside his, as he had explicitly told you to stay with his men when he had left; that horse would not allow any other rider in its saddle, and it vexed him to think of what possible reason you could have for showing up at the camp.

Of course, he understood that you tended to worry and panic a lot when he was gone for more than two minutes; he knew that you liked to be within his vicinity as often as you could be, and that you would sometimes find it overwhelming to be without him.

But he didn’t want you to get hurt, either; he needed you to stay back so that he could deal with the task at hand and make it back to you without needing to try desperately to keep you safe at the same time.

He tried not to think anything of it as he approached where he had been sleeping, but when he saw a rather large lump beneath his blanket, he knew that there could only be one person in the entirety of Middle Earth who would do such a thing.

Faramir didn’t mind, though, not really; when he got down on one knee beside you and gently shook you awake, he realised that he didn’t particularly feel angry for you at disobeying him, and nor did he feel particularly disappointed to find you beneath his blankets.

If anything he was relieved to know that you were still alive and that you had made it there in one piece; it made him smile when you snuggled into his blanket, taking in his scent for a moment.

Faramir knew you well enough to know that you weren’t so easily woken, and it was likely that you had fallen asleep after trying to stay up waiting for him to get back.

Perhaps any other day, he would have felt guilty for making you stir, but tonight, he just wanted to lie down beside you and know that you were there in his arms. Safe and protected, as always. 

It did take him quite a while to wake you, but when you looked up at him with your face half covered by the blanket and your eyes still blurry from sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile and to take it in for a moment.

“I do apologise for disturbing you, but erm, you do happen to be in my bed.”

“‘M always in your bed,” you muttered softly, struggling to sit upright but getting there eventually. “I’m really sorry, Faramir, I know you said to stay put and to wait until you got back, but I started thinking about, y’know, everything and I started worrying if you would be alright, and-”

“I understand,” Faramir whispered kindly. “I know that you tend to think too much for your own good. I will not shame you for that, ever.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your knees as you rested your chin on them and hummed. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” he whispered. “If you’re to be my husband one day… well, you know the rest of it. And Boromir was always the better speaker between us, anyway.”

You laughed softly, nodding as you beckoned him to sit beside you, which he did so gladfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “One day I will be your husband, and you will have to put up with me at your side constantly - regardless if you order me to or not.”

Faramir grinned as he licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Is that not exactly what happened tonight?”

“Well, either way,” you shrugged. “How do you feel, anyway? I heard from some of your boys that it was pretty brutal out there.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “We all managed to do fairly well - a few of the men were injured but thankfully nothing major.”

Immediately, you switched to sitting between his legs, your hands wandering his body to check for any piercing in his armour. “And wha-”

“I am fine,” Faramir said calmly, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close to his chest as he shook his head. “I did not suffer so much as a blow from a shield.” 

You nodded slowly, splaying your fingers out across the taught leather breastplate as you swallowed thickly and licked your lips. “Not even a bruise?”

He shook his head, putting his hands over yours. “Not even a bruise.”

“Alright,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “Just as long as you promise you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m not,” he told you softly. “I promise you, I am not hurt… although, I am a little hurt that you would try and steal my blanket from me on such a cold night.”

You smiled, shrugging as you tilted your head to the side for a moment. “Well, maybe, if you’re so cold, we could share?”

“I think that would be a good plan,” he admitted, waiting for you to get comfortable before he took his breastplate off and laid down beside you. “You know, you can just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You nodded as you snuggled into him, trying to squirm as close as you possibly could. “You promise?”

Slowly, Faramir threw his leg over you to keep you against him, and he was quick to let his arms welcome you tightly the second he could. “I always promise. Believe me, you will soon enough get sick of me.”

You laughed softly, tiredly as you pulled up the blanket so that it sat around you both, although you could feel the cold breeze against the backs of your legs. “I doubt that could ever happen, really.”

Faramir wanted to laugh, although the way you were pressed against him and the feeling of your soft breath against him was all too difficult to ignore, and he soon found himself fighting against the urge to sleep; he waited, though, only daring to admit defeat when he felt you go limp in his arms as your breathing became all too steady.

GIMLI ♡ love story

This dwarf is a proper gentleman, a confirmed charming sweet-talker and most definitely a deeply romantic soul in a very classical way. He is very respectful towards you, and respects some traditions as well, so he wanted to ensure everything was in order before asking you to be his forever.

LEGOLAS ♡ snow on the beach

Isn't he so unusual, kind of ethereal, and positively vibrant? You never met anyone like him, with all his interesting quirks and his abundance of joy and lust for life. It is impossible not to share his fascination with nature, and you cannot help but smile just a little brighter whenever you are around him.

BOROMIR ♡ willow

This is an absolute Boromir song to me - he likes to be outright, take charge, but maybe sometimes he is just a little bit too flattering (don't blame him, he just needs to express his feelings for you approximately 26 hours a day). With him every day feels like an enchanted love story, and you feel safe with him, and both of you take pride in being together. trophy couple

FARAMIR ♡ starlight

This wonderful man is absolutely a dreamer and an imaginative person, who likes to share his thoughts and wishes with you, and finds it absolutely delightful if you agree with some of them. Everything he promises to you, he most certainly delivers. Also, he has so much love to give, and would be a very big fan of the idea of starting a family with you and just being the best supportive parents ever.

ÉOMER ♡ enchanted

Horse boy's jaw DROPPED the first time that he saw you and he forgot about everything and everyone else in that moment. He just knew he needed to approach you and get to know you as soon as possible, because he was convinced you were either already happily taken, or you would be very soon, and he couldn't live with himself if he just sat aside and let it happen.

ÉOWYN ♡ dancing with our hands tied

Her thoughts and past struggles sometimes still come back to haunt her, and the fear of being trapped resurfaces, but you're there to reassure her that you'll stay, no matter how hard things get. Even if it's the two of you against the whole world, you wouldn't rather be anyone else but by her side, hand in hand.

SAM ♡ fearless

This is such a lovely sunny song, and it instantly made me think of the best gardener boy!! He might be apprehensive about taking some risks sometimes, but you make him feel brave and strong with just one look, and the fact that you believe in him makes him more confident. On the other hand, he makes you feel like absolute royalty and he loves to spoil you and treat you so right.

FRODO ♡ jump then fall

The sweet little song that this is!!! The two of you are each other's safe place and comforting presence, no matter the rude neighbors' comments, the evils of the world, or the occasional nightmares. It's a relationship that comes from a strong friendship first, and it shows in the way that you just silently understand each other and aren't afraid to just be yourselves.

MERRY ♡ glitch

Absolutely nothing romantic was ever supposed to happen between the two of you - you just liked to get up to no good together, sometimes! But somewhere amid setting off fireworks, pulling a couple of pranks on your mutual friends and getting a little tipsy in the Green Dragon on the weekends... something just clicked, and there's no going back.

PIPPIN ♡ our song

It's a cute and a bit chaotic song, so it's perfect! He might be a little childish still (and fairly young, gotta give him that), but that doesn't make your relationship any less valid. It's full of cute little moments and small acts of love that are greatly appreciated by both of you. He loves to surprise you with small gifts and surprise visits, and absolutely makes up silly little songs to make you smile.

ARWEN ♡ delicate

She was always so kind and sweet that it was hard for you to be certain what kind of feelings she harbored for you, but you were falling in love the more time you spent together. Although she liked you back romantically the whole time, you were the first one to mention something about it, though apprehensive, and she was delighted to find out about, and return your love.

The sun was bidding its farewell, and its once harsh light, now soft, shone through the windows, tinting the room a glowing shade of orange.

You glanced once at the scroll laid out before you and the sun was gone. Its light now replaced by the cool light of the stars. You walked to your window in search of the moon. You liked looking for her and welcoming her as one would a lifelong friend. She did not disappoint. She appeared quickly from behind a cloud almost as if she was as delighted as you were upon your reunion. It was a regular practice of yours to greet her upon her arrival and it gave you some peace to your mind.

It was short-lived, however, when a knock at your door startled you and you were faced with Faramir, captain of Gondor swaying on your doorway, half-covered in sweat, breathing heavily, you could assume, in pain.

“Y/N...”, he merely whispered your name before you instinctively reached out to hold him as his body tilted forward, out of his control.

“Captain Faramir, my lord, what brings you to this state?”

You led him to the bed at the corner of the room next to the desk with tonics and elixirs.

It was customary for soldiers to be tended to at the Houses of Healing but for Captain Faramir, one might guess he would have his treatment go to him in his chambers, much like the steward. Of course he had come here more than occasionally for several minor injuries. The reasons for that you couldn’t understand. You were now well acquainted with the captain and he with you. He trusted you and brought many of his men to your healing hands.

“I would tell you everything. Once you have given me something to relieve me.” He groaned and laid down on the bed, taking off his armour.

You stared at him in confused wonder for a few moments before springing into action: you bade him take off his shirt for you to inspect the damage while preparing a tonic for the pain. Unbeknownst to you, he was gazing at you with wonder as well. The way you worked so quickly but with resolve and calm. He welcomed the feeling of your gentle fingers on his skin, tending to his wounds. It was not by accident that he chose this door in the circle. He was accustomed to the path that led to your door all too much. He’d grown attached to you ever since he watched you save the life of one of his soldiers.

You pressed a cloth drenched in another elixir to his wound and he drew his breath sharply. As a reflex you put your hand on his head, hushing him softly. There was only the dressing of the wound left.

“Hold this to the wound, Captain.”

He begrudgingly did as you said and took from you the cloth. You swiftly tied up the wound and handed him a tumbler of water.

He moved to sit but you laid a hand on him once more, on his shoulder. “Please, Captain, lie down.”

He nodded and gulped down the water quickly. You turned to clear up the mess and opened another window.

“Thank you, Y/N. I feel as if I were being healed by Elvish medicine.”

You felt heat creep up your cheeks as you turned to meet his eyes. They were soft and sincere. His hair glowed almost silver in the moonlight. His features showed gratitude and something else you could not quite place.

“Elvish medicine is far superior to our practices, my lord.” You bowed your head, afraid that you would be encaptivated forever by his gaze if you suffered it any longer.

“And... I was only doing my duty. You needn’t thank me. It is a small token of appreciation for all you do for your people.”

You mustered a small smile directed at him and found him still staring at you with the same look in his eyes, speechless.

“If that will be all, my lord, I would bid you good night.”

You turned and all but ran to the door when he spoke again, softly, unsure of his own words.

“Will you not stay?” It came like an arrow and it pierced your walls. It did not cause you pain or grief but rather longing and doubt. ‘Stay?’ Stay with Captain Faramir through the night as he sleeps, watching over him? Perhaps even, holding him should he feel anymore pain? How could you possibly say no?

“I can call on one of the others for you, my lord. I’m afraid my shift comes to an end when the moon begins hers in the sky.”

You did not look at him for his answer. You waited, head bowed.

Faramir didn’t expect this. He thought he was certain about the feelings each of you held for the other. He thought you would always stay by his side and he by yours. But perhaps he was the sun and you were the moon, destined to travel the same road in the same sky but cursed to never meet because it wasn’t the way of the world.

“If that is your wish, I will not stop you. But do not trouble the others for me.” The words came out hesitantly, in disappointment.

“Then I shall take your leave, Captain. May you rest well.”

He watched you leave so quickly and felt his heart drop quicker. Suddenly, the pain in his side intensified and he groaned clutching at his wound. As he did so, he dropped his tumbler and it fell with a resounding echo in the empty room. Embarrassed beyond measure he let the tumbler be and just laid there staring at the ceiling.

He wished you would return and hold his hand, magically washing away his anguish. He could almost feel your touch again and the thought soothed him. He closed his eyes and held on to that thought. It made him blissfully drift away with the cool wind on his cheeks.

In that state between wakefulness and sleep he brought your imaginary hand to his lips and kissed it. But he found he did not kiss air but skin. Perhaps it was another illusion cast by his dreams. He then felt a hand part the hair on his face and a pair of lips on his forehead, unsure and almost trembling but sweet. He didn’t wake. He didn’t want to wake and destroy the moment. Content and relieved of his pain, he fell into a deep sleep. It was a good dream.