"Saving Prince Theodred
Part 4
by Beryll

 

'I wonder if there is a secret law that forces all nobles of Middle Earth to use the same architect when it comes to constructing dungeons', Faramir wondered quietly, as he held the torch a little higher and at the same time tried hard not to lose his footing on the slippery stairs.

Moisture was gathering on the low ceiling and constantly dripping onto the steps in icy drops. It had given life to a squishy fungus that grew on the stone tiles. Not only did it feel utterly disgusting under Faramir's naked feet, it also made ugly sounds when stepped on.

The staircase had been hewn out of the solid rock that was the foundation of Umbar. They had been climbing downwards for quite a while now, the only light to illuminate the way were the torches they were carrying.

Faramir felt like he was descending into the maw of a giant monster and the thought of being stuck down here without light was not exactly pleasant.

He had spent his share of time in various dungeons. Back in Gondor, after he had deserted as well as on a couple of islands down south. They were really all alike. Cold, wet, with air that tasted like it had been down there for centuries, saturated with the smell of rotting corpses and nameless horrors lurking in the shadows. And they all had way too low ceilings and walls that seemed to close in on you, if you stood still for more than a moment.

He looked at William next to him and he looked just as uncomfortable as Faramir felt. He had drawn the short straw today when it came to determining who would have to take food down to the prisoners. After four days of kitchen duties Faramir had been quite grateful that he would finally have an opportunity to snoop out the dungeons. So he had of course volunteered to help William, so he wouldn't have to go twice. Now they were carrying a large basket filled with simple hard bread and water flasks between them. Which made the way down the narrow staircase not exactly easier.

"How do you find your way down here?" Faramir asked when the staircase finally ended and they made their way into an equally dark corridor, branching off in three directions after only a few steps.

"There's marking on the walls at every junction." William explained, pointing out faint carvings that Faramir had missed completely as they were on the eyelevel of an elf, not a human. "They always tell north, west, south, east and which section and level you are in. It's not that complicated once you get the hang of it."

Faramir let him explain the different symbols while they made their way from cell to cell, pushing bread and water through the slat in the heavy iron doors for the poor suckers imprisoned down there. Most were jailed close to the staircase, but in the end, they took another stairway down even deeper into the bowls of earth.

"I thought elves are creatures of air and light..." Faramir muttered under his breath, "what are they doing digging holes like dwarves?"

William grinned, in the reddish light of the torch looking like an evil thing from below. "I suppose elves value security as much as any other race.," he said. "But don't worry, we'll be out of here soon. Only the prince to feed now and then it's back to the surface."

"Good." Faramir commented dryly. "I think the local wildlife likes my feet way to much." He was sure he had felt the bite of at least one rat and the moldy fungus was clinging between his toes like it wanted to take up permanent residence.

When the stairs ended they could see light in the low corridor before them. Several lanterns were illuminating the way to a small guardroom. And there sat two rather grumpy elven guards. Truly the last thing Faramir had wanted to see down here. All the other cells had been unguarded and he had started to hope that the prince’s would be as well. Obviously they were not that lucky.

William greeted the guards meekly and Faramir used the opportunity to study his feet in the light of the lanterns. Better not to attract any attention right now. Still he managed to get a good look around.

There was only one room really, separated by heavy iron bars into guardsroom and cell so the guards could always keep an eye on their precious prisoner.

Taking the last piece of bread and the flask of water, Faramir walked closer to the bars to get a look at the man, huddled in one corner of his cell where the light didn't reach. Faramir was able to make out the remains of Gondorian armor, hair that must have been as bright as Boromir's but that now hung tangled and dirty, concealing the prince's face. The cell had a clean looking pallet at least so obviously the elves kept their precious prisoner well cared for.

"Wanna have a look at our celebrity?" one of the elves asked with cruel amusement in his voice, obviously having noticed Faramir's curiosity.

Before Faramir could come up with a subservient answer the guard got up and took one of the lanterns from its hook, shining the light into the cell.

That got a reaction from the prisoner. He raised his head, snarling at the elf. But what made Faramir's heart jump were the green eyes burning in that dirty face. The same startling green that made his heart jump every time Boromir looked at him, filled with passion in battle or lovemaking. This truly was his lover's brother.

His thought were already on possible plans of how he and Elladan could get the prince out of here, when the elf next to him dropped one heavy hand on his shoulder.

For a split second Faramir was sure the elf must have somehow guessed what was going on in the 'human slave's' mind. He was ready to make a desperate lung for the guard’s weapon when the elf moved his hand to Faramir’s chin to raise his face to the light.

"For a human you are remarkably cute, slave." he commented with a cruel and rather seedy smile.

Faramir felt like snorting in amused disgust. He had expected this to happen sooner or later. It was rather unfortunate that it should happen here, where his routes of escape were rather limited. So he simply cast down his eyes, hoping the elf wouldn't press the matter like any other slave would, while he was contemplating possibilities.

He could try to run, he was reasonably sure that he would be able to find his way out again but he wasn't sure at all if William would get the idea too and run as well. After all the young man had been a slave for quite a while now and disobedience had probably been pretty much beaten out of him. So his other options were to do what his first instinct had told him and attack the elf. Or let him have his way.

"Look at me!" the elf commanded, making it rather obvious that he would not let Faramir get away.

The human obeyed, taking a good look at the guard. After all he had to decide if he would kill him or fuck him. He didn't look that bad, but there was a cruel light in his eyes that made it clear this was about his pleasure alone. Still he did look clean enough for Faramir to decide to simply go along with whatever the guard wanted. After all it would complicate things considerably if he killed the elf now.

"Not fresh meat," the elf commented, "but still good enough..." His hand moved to Faramir's shoulder again, pressing him down to his knees. His hands then went to the lacing of his trousers, opening them quickly, freeing a long, sleek cock.

"Come on, slave, make yourself useful.," he then commanded, grabbing a handful of Faramir's long blonde hair, drawing him towards his organ.

Another snarl came from behind the bars as Faramir licked the length of the elven cock and Faramir realized that this was as much about the elf's pleasure as tormenting the prince.

The elf laughed cruelly, his attention only partially on the kneeling human before him. "Would you like to have a piece of this one too?" he asked the prisoner. "So sorry, can't have that."

Faramir felt the urge to bite down on the cock but instead he engulfed the head with his mouth, taking it about halfway in. Better to get done with this a quickly as possible. At least the elf tasted as sweet as his race almost always did. He concentrated on sucking him in deeper and the elf moaned in pleasure, his hand twisting in Faramir's hair.

For maybe two minutes the moans of the elf and Faramir's sucking were the only sounds in the small room.

Then another sound caught Faramir's attention. A small sound of pain from William and then muffled "no..."

Faramir cast a glance sideways to find out what was going on. The other elf had grabbed William by his tunic and was pushing him belly down over table the two guards had originally been sitting at. It was pretty obvious what he was planning to do and just as obvious that William was anything but willing.

Mentally Faramir cursed the greedy bastard. As the elf he was servicing was also watching the scene unfold, Faramir managed to slip his cock from his mouth. "Let him be." he addressed the other elf, trying hard to sound meek when he was rapidly loosing his temper. "I'll make it good for you."

The elf just grinned cruelly. "Wait your turn, slave!" he said, keeping his grip on William's neck, with the other hand tearing on his tunic.

Now the prince was on his feet in his cell as well, suddenly gripping the bars. "Let the boy go!" he growled angrily, making the situation even worse.

The elf in front of Faramir finally noticed that he had let go of his cock and pushed him back towards his groin. Faramir's hand clenched in anger.

"No... please!" William whimpered, fear loud in his voice. Then he grunted in pain as the elf hammered his head against the table hard.

That did it. Before the elf in front of Faramir had a chance to realize what was happening Faramir had grabbed the dagger from his dangling weapon's belt and plunged it into the surprised elf's belly.

The guard made a wet, gurgling sound and then fell to his knees as well, kneeling opposite Faramir now in a strange reflection of the human's posture.

The other elf was just turning his head to see what had happened to his colleague while Faramir already got up, drawing the long, lean sword from the elf's scabbard with one hand, the other flipping the dagger he was holding. When the elf had fully turned towards him he threw the dagger, hitting him right in the throat.

Then he brought the sword down on the bowed neck of the elf kneeling in front of him, severing his head.

Silence descended in the cell. William slowly getting off the table staring first at the dead guard next to him, then at the dead guard next to Faramir and then at Faramir himself in shock.

Faramir quickly cleaned the blade on the tunic of the elf and then turned to the prince, who was staring at him with just as much surprise.

"Excuse the mess, your highness.," he said with a bit of amusement. "This didn't exactly go as planned."

"Who are you?" the prince and William whispered almost simultaneously.

Faramir grinned. "Captain Faramir of the Stormcrow, pirate." he said, bowing and then tipping an imaginary hat. "Pleased to meet you. I'm here to get you out. I was going to try and do this as quietly as possible but I fear that is not an option anymore now..."

He looked down at the corpse of the elven guard at his feet and quickly took the keys off his belt.

Both the prince and William were still mute with shock so Faramir didn't lose any time with more explanations and opened the cell and then the chains binding the prince.

"Get rid of that armor!" he told the prince, not even sparing him a second glance but instead walking over to William.

"Are you okay?" he asked the young man.

William swallowed hard. "I... is it true? Are you really a... a pirate?"

Faramir nodded. "Yes. I am. What's it gonna be boy? You can either come with us now or I'll beat you unconscious so they won't fault you with this escape."

Again William swallowed. Then his fists clenched at his sides. "I'll come with you.," he announced and Faramir grinned.

"Good." he said and turned back to the prince who had quickly shed the shabby remains of his Gondorian armor and stood now only in a loincloth. "Let's go. We still got a long way to go and not very good odds that we will get out of here alive."

 

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