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Stone (NC-17) 
Written by Minx26 August 2011 | 2549 words
Title: Stone
Author: Minx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faramir & Aragorn, OMCs
Warnings: Slash, non-con
The Palantír shows many sights
Many thanks to Iris for reading through and for some very lovely suggestions and ideas on the plot and for reading through and titling:)
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The floor was cold and hard under him, when Faramir woke slowly, opening tired eyes to the pale grey light of the winter morning, trickling in through an open window high above. He took in the unfamiliarity of his surroundings first, before blinking his eyes. He was in a small room, with a raised area against one wall, and a small window high above it. It was sparsely furnished, with nothing but a table and chair on the raised step.
And he was lying on the cold stone floor, naked.
He sat up, surprised, only to cry out as his body protested the sudden movement. He was sore all over and cold. He moved slowly, stumbling to his feet on unsteady legs, and tripped over, for his pants were bunched at his ankles. He grabbed at the wall for support and stood there, breathing heavily.
He stared down at himself in the grey light, taking in his state of undress and the bruises littered across his body. His tunic hung off one shoulder, torn, the bindings ripped, the ties on his pants too were torn. Finger marks littered his chest and his hips and thighs, dark purple against the paleness of his skin. Streaks of white ran down his legs, speckled here and there with spots of red.
He glanced around, trying to quell the panic that rose in his chest. His outer robe lay in a heap by one wall. He hobbled towards it, as the pain in his lower body manifested itself. He picked up the torn robe, and turned towards the raised area.
He was in the tower room… he realised slowly.
On the table lay a covered object. He shivered as he stared at it, and then sank back against the wall as broken memories of the previous night filtered through his mind.
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Love it! Especially that last line ;)
And oh, dear… it could have all been so nice… the tragedy is brilliant! (and so much trickier to write than a straight up dark or fluffy fic – so kudos again for doing a fantastic job)
— Iris 26 August 2011, 21:37 #