Post by Admin on Jan 8, 2021 1:49:39 GMT
Author: Helenllama
Faramir is captured after running away from home.
PG-13 for slavery
Summer, TA 2992, Minas Tirith.
9-year old Faramir had had enough. His father hated him. Why else would he get in trouble for being the smallest and youngest in his arms class. It wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have the strength to wield a sword yet. He was good with his bow and arrows This wasn’t the first time I thought of running away, and he had a pack lying in the bottom of the wardrobe and had been gathering bits and pieces in preparation for this. Looking over maps he knew the route he would need to take to go. He would head south out of the Pelennor, heading south along the Ered Nimrais towards the coast, then he would head south west to Dol Amroth. Following the coast if need be. There should be plenty of berries and game around to eat. He lay on his bed and waited for night to fall.
With the stars in the sky, Faramir sneaked from his room and out of the Citadel and made his way out by secret passages that took him out to the foot of Mount Mindolluin, before heading south.
A week later Faramir was exhausted. He had made it to the area around Pelagir and he was following an instinct that he should be extra careful. He had seen some dodgy people around. However he needed some sleep before he moved on and out of the danger. He hid under bushes and fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a cave and his legs and wrists had been bound. It made him more alert but he lay as still as possible with his eyes closed. He felt himself being lifted and dumped into a wagon. There were three or four other children his own age on the wagon, and looking out the back he recognised the ruins of Osgiliath so they were heading north.
He was determined to do whatever it takes to escape, no matter how long it took.
Mettarë TA 2992, Minas Tirith
Faramir’s family had gathered together for Mettarë for the first time in several years. Imrahil had come from Dol Amroth with his sons Elphir and Erchirion. His wife Miriel had come to and she rarely left Dol Amroth. It had been 6 months since Faramir had run away and they all believed him to be dead so it was a somber toned down affair. Boromir especially had missed his little brother.
Autumn TA 2997 Breeland.
Faramir was working on the harvest. He had noticed lately that the “masters” were getting a bit more sloppy with each passing day. Two months ago one of the Girl slaves had died from hunger. He started to think about home. No doubt his father and brother believed he was dead. He had been a slave for 5 years and somehow he had managed to survive, with very little food and water. He still got beatings for doing things wrong and answering back, but he was used to that. He had a plan for escaping. He had hope that this plan would work, unlike all the other attempts that had gained him a beating. He hoped to use their masters distraction against them. That night as everyone gathered to be taken back to the shed he sneaked into a hidey hole he had found in the hedge. When everyone had gone and night had fallen he slipped out the other side of the hedge and walked until he reached the Great-East Road. There he found another good hiding spot and collapsed with exhaustion and hunger.
Aragorn was riding along the Great East Road, he was carrying a message from Círdan to his foster-father. He suddenly spotted what happened to be the body of a small boy. He looked like he could only be ten and he was wearing just a loincloth and was lying benath the hedge. He was curled up in a ball, bright red strips of skin torn and bleeding across his back in all directions. The winds weather was cold. At the very least he needed to get the child somewhere warm. At the same time his suspicions were mounting. This was not the only child to have been found like this recently in this area. A girl of around the same age had been found perhaps 7 weeks ago. Unfortunately the girl went beyond the circles of the world before they found out who they were or where they were from. She looked like she was of the Dúnedain but there was no missing children amongst the remenant of Arnor. This boy also had the dark hair typical of those who have the blood of Westernesse going through their veins. Picking him up he saw the typical numenorean facially features, finely carved. His skin was probrably rather pale under the pink flush of fever and underneath the red of either windburn or sunburn.
Noting the condition of the boy, he wanted to get to shelter quickly, but Rivendell was days away with no real shelter along the road and winter was coming on and quickly. But getting to Rivendell would put the child into the care of Lord Elrond, and he could check amongst the Dúnedain for missing children.
Luckily this time Aragorn had a horse with him and as he was travelling from Mithlond and his men had been relatively unharmed when he saw them he had a nearly full stock of healing herbs.
The next thing Faramir knew was that he was in somebodies arms on a Horse. He tried to remain as still as possible. He had a shirt on over him, and they were travelling towards some mountains he could see the snow on the mountain tops. He was soon asleep again, the rythmic movements of the horse sending him back to sleep.
When he awoke again he was in a camp, with a campfire. There was a man there who looked as though he was from Gondor, or one of a similar bloodline in the north, next to him were two almost identical men again with the black hair and grey eyes, but they had slightly pointed ears hinting that they were elves. There was a fire as well, orange and yellow flames crackling away, and over the fire was a pot giving of a smell of something tempting. There was also a small pot of water on the heat.
Noticing that Faramir was awake, they gathered up a mug and some healing herbs and made him drink a tea, they then filled the mug with broth and gave him some sips of that. He then fell back asleep. When he awoke again, he was again given some broth and some healing herbs. This time he stayed awake for long enough to have a chat with the people he was in camp with. They were Estel, Lord Elrond’s foster son and his brothers Elladan and Elrohir, they were taking me to Rivendell to heal and it was going to . Estel was curious as to whether I was of Numenorean descent, and if so was I from Gondor? I confirmed this for him. I also told them that I was 13, they believed I was only 10.
The ride to Rivendell was cold and I wasn’t sure about trusting anyone. I split time riding with all three of my enforced companions but I found it hard to trust. They did tell me that I would most likely have to spend time in Rivendell, but that they would teach me some skills, but that at some point I would have to return to Gondor. But that they wouldn’t send me before they - and their father - thought I was ready. It was an interesting week getting to Rivendell. I told them some of my story. That I was captured in Pelagir and brought north after running away from home.
By the time we reached Rivendell I was feeling more confident around my travelling companions and in general was feeling better. However I was sent to bed, they were not happy with the condition I was in. The first thing I was wanted to do was to write a letter to my uncle. I decided to send one to my uncle because I thought it would be easier than sending one to my father. He could pass the letter along. As we arrived in Rivendell the first snows started to fall, that meant that any letters being sent would be delayed being sent until Spring.
I can remember a few days after arriving in Rivendell, finally feeling safe for the first time in years, I came down with a fever. Nobody had thought about the lashes on my back, and I told no one about them as they hadn’t been bothering me. It was then I practically collapsed, exhaustion and malnutrion adding in to the infected wounds on my back. It took a couple of weeks of rest before I even started to feel normal again. The time I spent in bed after that illness I used to learn to speak Sindarin. I still had to eat a little and often, but I was eating more and less frequently. By the time I could get out of bed green buds were appearing on the trees
After I started to feel better and the weather improved Estel and his twin brothers started to take me out. They improved my bow skills massively. I was taught how to track small prey. I was also taught how to track Estel and the twins and they were good at hiding their tracks. What they taught me the most, and what was of most use was how to make the most of my strengths with a short.
It was then that I thought I ought to be heading home. Their had been a reply from the letter sent to my uncle and my father. I was not looking forward to going home. It had been decided to send me back via Mithlond and Dol Amroth. The sea journey would do me good, and going via Dol Amroth would allow for a semi-private return.
Dol Amroth Summer 2998
Faramir sighed with relief, it had been a long journey back from the North. He had been working as a Cabin Boy for his passage from the Grey Haven’s to Dol Amroth on a trading ship. He enjoyed being at sea, and the swell of the sea helped him sleep at night. As the ship got closer to Dol Amroth, he got nervous. He didn’t know how his uncle would react to seeing him again. He had been away for 6 years. It was going to be hard to fit in again. Boromir would now be training for the army. The same army he’d be meant to join in 3 years. Elrond had started to get him used to court life again, but the atmosphere in the Last Homely House was more informal than that of Minas Tirith, which may be why the agreement would be to spend his first 3 months back in Gondor in Dol Amroth, where the court life was more formal, but still less formal than Minas Tirith.
As the ship pulled into the Harbour, he could see his uncle, he was relieved to see him. As he walked off the gangplank he was grabbed in a large hug and he knew at that point things were ok with his uncle.
Faramir is captured after running away from home.
PG-13 for slavery
Summer, TA 2992, Minas Tirith.
9-year old Faramir had had enough. His father hated him. Why else would he get in trouble for being the smallest and youngest in his arms class. It wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have the strength to wield a sword yet. He was good with his bow and arrows This wasn’t the first time I thought of running away, and he had a pack lying in the bottom of the wardrobe and had been gathering bits and pieces in preparation for this. Looking over maps he knew the route he would need to take to go. He would head south out of the Pelennor, heading south along the Ered Nimrais towards the coast, then he would head south west to Dol Amroth. Following the coast if need be. There should be plenty of berries and game around to eat. He lay on his bed and waited for night to fall.
With the stars in the sky, Faramir sneaked from his room and out of the Citadel and made his way out by secret passages that took him out to the foot of Mount Mindolluin, before heading south.
A week later Faramir was exhausted. He had made it to the area around Pelagir and he was following an instinct that he should be extra careful. He had seen some dodgy people around. However he needed some sleep before he moved on and out of the danger. He hid under bushes and fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a cave and his legs and wrists had been bound. It made him more alert but he lay as still as possible with his eyes closed. He felt himself being lifted and dumped into a wagon. There were three or four other children his own age on the wagon, and looking out the back he recognised the ruins of Osgiliath so they were heading north.
He was determined to do whatever it takes to escape, no matter how long it took.
Mettarë TA 2992, Minas Tirith
Faramir’s family had gathered together for Mettarë for the first time in several years. Imrahil had come from Dol Amroth with his sons Elphir and Erchirion. His wife Miriel had come to and she rarely left Dol Amroth. It had been 6 months since Faramir had run away and they all believed him to be dead so it was a somber toned down affair. Boromir especially had missed his little brother.
Autumn TA 2997 Breeland.
Faramir was working on the harvest. He had noticed lately that the “masters” were getting a bit more sloppy with each passing day. Two months ago one of the Girl slaves had died from hunger. He started to think about home. No doubt his father and brother believed he was dead. He had been a slave for 5 years and somehow he had managed to survive, with very little food and water. He still got beatings for doing things wrong and answering back, but he was used to that. He had a plan for escaping. He had hope that this plan would work, unlike all the other attempts that had gained him a beating. He hoped to use their masters distraction against them. That night as everyone gathered to be taken back to the shed he sneaked into a hidey hole he had found in the hedge. When everyone had gone and night had fallen he slipped out the other side of the hedge and walked until he reached the Great-East Road. There he found another good hiding spot and collapsed with exhaustion and hunger.
Aragorn was riding along the Great East Road, he was carrying a message from Círdan to his foster-father. He suddenly spotted what happened to be the body of a small boy. He looked like he could only be ten and he was wearing just a loincloth and was lying benath the hedge. He was curled up in a ball, bright red strips of skin torn and bleeding across his back in all directions. The winds weather was cold. At the very least he needed to get the child somewhere warm. At the same time his suspicions were mounting. This was not the only child to have been found like this recently in this area. A girl of around the same age had been found perhaps 7 weeks ago. Unfortunately the girl went beyond the circles of the world before they found out who they were or where they were from. She looked like she was of the Dúnedain but there was no missing children amongst the remenant of Arnor. This boy also had the dark hair typical of those who have the blood of Westernesse going through their veins. Picking him up he saw the typical numenorean facially features, finely carved. His skin was probrably rather pale under the pink flush of fever and underneath the red of either windburn or sunburn.
Noting the condition of the boy, he wanted to get to shelter quickly, but Rivendell was days away with no real shelter along the road and winter was coming on and quickly. But getting to Rivendell would put the child into the care of Lord Elrond, and he could check amongst the Dúnedain for missing children.
Luckily this time Aragorn had a horse with him and as he was travelling from Mithlond and his men had been relatively unharmed when he saw them he had a nearly full stock of healing herbs.
The next thing Faramir knew was that he was in somebodies arms on a Horse. He tried to remain as still as possible. He had a shirt on over him, and they were travelling towards some mountains he could see the snow on the mountain tops. He was soon asleep again, the rythmic movements of the horse sending him back to sleep.
When he awoke again he was in a camp, with a campfire. There was a man there who looked as though he was from Gondor, or one of a similar bloodline in the north, next to him were two almost identical men again with the black hair and grey eyes, but they had slightly pointed ears hinting that they were elves. There was a fire as well, orange and yellow flames crackling away, and over the fire was a pot giving of a smell of something tempting. There was also a small pot of water on the heat.
Noticing that Faramir was awake, they gathered up a mug and some healing herbs and made him drink a tea, they then filled the mug with broth and gave him some sips of that. He then fell back asleep. When he awoke again, he was again given some broth and some healing herbs. This time he stayed awake for long enough to have a chat with the people he was in camp with. They were Estel, Lord Elrond’s foster son and his brothers Elladan and Elrohir, they were taking me to Rivendell to heal and it was going to . Estel was curious as to whether I was of Numenorean descent, and if so was I from Gondor? I confirmed this for him. I also told them that I was 13, they believed I was only 10.
The ride to Rivendell was cold and I wasn’t sure about trusting anyone. I split time riding with all three of my enforced companions but I found it hard to trust. They did tell me that I would most likely have to spend time in Rivendell, but that they would teach me some skills, but that at some point I would have to return to Gondor. But that they wouldn’t send me before they - and their father - thought I was ready. It was an interesting week getting to Rivendell. I told them some of my story. That I was captured in Pelagir and brought north after running away from home.
By the time we reached Rivendell I was feeling more confident around my travelling companions and in general was feeling better. However I was sent to bed, they were not happy with the condition I was in. The first thing I was wanted to do was to write a letter to my uncle. I decided to send one to my uncle because I thought it would be easier than sending one to my father. He could pass the letter along. As we arrived in Rivendell the first snows started to fall, that meant that any letters being sent would be delayed being sent until Spring.
I can remember a few days after arriving in Rivendell, finally feeling safe for the first time in years, I came down with a fever. Nobody had thought about the lashes on my back, and I told no one about them as they hadn’t been bothering me. It was then I practically collapsed, exhaustion and malnutrion adding in to the infected wounds on my back. It took a couple of weeks of rest before I even started to feel normal again. The time I spent in bed after that illness I used to learn to speak Sindarin. I still had to eat a little and often, but I was eating more and less frequently. By the time I could get out of bed green buds were appearing on the trees
After I started to feel better and the weather improved Estel and his twin brothers started to take me out. They improved my bow skills massively. I was taught how to track small prey. I was also taught how to track Estel and the twins and they were good at hiding their tracks. What they taught me the most, and what was of most use was how to make the most of my strengths with a short.
It was then that I thought I ought to be heading home. Their had been a reply from the letter sent to my uncle and my father. I was not looking forward to going home. It had been decided to send me back via Mithlond and Dol Amroth. The sea journey would do me good, and going via Dol Amroth would allow for a semi-private return.
Dol Amroth Summer 2998
Faramir sighed with relief, it had been a long journey back from the North. He had been working as a Cabin Boy for his passage from the Grey Haven’s to Dol Amroth on a trading ship. He enjoyed being at sea, and the swell of the sea helped him sleep at night. As the ship got closer to Dol Amroth, he got nervous. He didn’t know how his uncle would react to seeing him again. He had been away for 6 years. It was going to be hard to fit in again. Boromir would now be training for the army. The same army he’d be meant to join in 3 years. Elrond had started to get him used to court life again, but the atmosphere in the Last Homely House was more informal than that of Minas Tirith, which may be why the agreement would be to spend his first 3 months back in Gondor in Dol Amroth, where the court life was more formal, but still less formal than Minas Tirith.
As the ship pulled into the Harbour, he could see his uncle, he was relieved to see him. As he walked off the gangplank he was grabbed in a large hug and he knew at that point things were ok with his uncle.