Nienna entered the tunnel which lead to the Great Gates. The way was long and winding, and would have been completely dark, if not for the lamps which hung at intervals along the rock walls. But, at last, she had reached the end, and there stood two of the Tower Guards dressed in black and silver. Gwaihir and Farimer were their names. She knew them because of her brother, a gondorian soldier. They stood with spears crossed over the entrance, but as she drew near, they smiled at her, and parted the spears to let her enter.

She had missed the day in which her brother Thorongil and Jezabelle, his long time girlfriend, had tied the knot, but now she was there, and probably deep in her heart she knew she was going to stay.

Minas Tirith was a living city. Each level was filled with noisy folks, their houses, their shops, the little street theatres and the taverns.

The tavern was very quiet that night, differently from the other times she had been there. But the innkeeper had told Nienna that most of the customers had gone to see the street theatre, one of the most important events in the life of the city.

Sighing deeply, the girl took hold of a chair and settled herself in a dark corner of the large room, a cup of beer in her hands and her eyes focused on the golden liquid, even if her mind was miles away.

She had come to Minas Tirith because her brother had pressed her, saying that it was not right that an unmarried girl had to live alone and far away from the last remnant of her family. But Thorongil didn't know how Nianna had become during those years. Different. A whole lot more different than the maidens he was used to seeing. She was a carefree girl, one that knew how to use a bow and wanted him to teach her some fence fencing. One that wasn't willing to marry, and that had had several boyfriends in past.

A 'wild creature' as he had called her, and who knows, maybe he was telling the truth.

She had had to come out of that home, at least for one night. Even if Jezabelle was trying to letting let him understand, Thorongil wasn't willing to let her live her life, and Nienna had decided to find a job and a little home for her own.

Surely not an easy task.

"I'm not so sure this is a good idea" Faramir muttered under his breath, resting his back against the wall as the other, cloaked and hooded just as well, leaned to gaze beyond the corner at the end of the dark corridor.

"Scared, little brother?"

"Well, no. Just worried. What if father will find out?"

"Oh don't worry, he will not. Come now."

They slinked their way to the main hall, crossing it as quickly and silently as they could, heading for the main entrance of the King's House. Faramir, who was still looking around warily, couldn't help but flinch when his brother opened the heavy door, causing it to creak quite loudly. Boromir, though, merely grinned and shrugged, gesturing for the other to hasten and follow him.

"Who's guarding the entrance of the tunnel?"

"Beregond" the older man replied smugly, casting Faramir a sidelong glance. "And one of the raw recruits, but there's no need to worry about him."

Boromir wasn't too sure about that one, to say the truth, but he wanted his little brother to get some distraction from his worries and he didn't care what it would take. It had been too long since the last time they'd sneaked to the City and spent some time among the common people, like Denethor used to call the ones who lived in the lower levels. And Faramir was indeed in need of a bit of diversion.

He and their father would never get along, there was nothing else to say. Those were the facts, and by then Boromir was pretty sure that there was just no hope for that. Mostly because the Steward seemed to become inexplicably deaf and blind whenever it came to his youngest: he never noticed all of Faramir's efforts to please him, neither the patent sadness in his pale blue eyes every time he attempted to be of use, to get only harsh words in return. And Denethor never seemed to hear all those who extolled the young man's achievements and his valiant lead in battle, either, whilst he always did when such praises were addressed to his heir.

Maybe he just didn't want to hear and see, to him Faramir was weak and he wasn't willing to change his mind. Not even his eldest's words in defense of the sibling ever managed to soften him even the tiniest bit.

When Boromir pushed open the door of the tavern and stepped in, he was careful to keep his head low. He didn't take his hood off and nor did Faramir, who was walking close behind.

Laying down the duster he was using to clean the counter, the innkeeper raised his eyes to look at the two strangers, propping on his hands to have a better view of them.

It had to be the 'strangers night'. First that girl, now those two.

Soon, it had to arrive the theatrical group, and it would have occupied almost the whole tavern, and they wouldn't have been happy at all to sit next to unknown men.

Without faltering, he nodded to them, pointing at the table next to where the young woman had taken place.

"Good evening" he greeted them. "Please, sit down in that corner, I'm waiting for a large group of people and almost all of the tables are reserved".

"Very well." Boromir nodded, exchanging a quick glance with his brother before walking to the table. He didn't mind sitting in that secluded corner, to say the truth. It was safer, and thus he and Faramir would have the chance to converse a little, if not to take off the hood. It wasn't all that comfortable.

Only when he sat down he noticed the woman who was sitting at the table next to theirs, and he eyed her for some moments before looking at Faramir, at the other side of the table.

"Maybe she's waiting for someone" the young man muttered, smiling slightly and casting her a quick glance.

"Maybe. Or maybe not.."

Taking a swig of her beer, Nienna eyed curiously the two strangers.

The fact that they still hadn't taken off the hoods made clear that they didn't want to show their faces, but she couldn't quite figure out why would they do something like going out if they didn't want to be recognized. Not that she could identify them. She knew no one in Minas Tirith for she had arrived just some days before and had never talked to anyone aside from her brother's friends.

"So what should that 'maybe not' imply?" Faramir wanted to know, propping his elbows on the table and leaning curiously towards his brother, who shrugged and hinted a grin in response, glancing at her once more.

"I don't think a woman who sits in a tavern alone with a pint of beer wouldn't be able to defend herself."

"I give you that." Faramir chuckled, following the other's gaze. Indeed she looked completely at ease, and aloof. Not upset at all to be amongst men and in such a lowly place. "She's quite charming, isn't she?"

Boromir nodded at once, pursing his lips pensively. Why not try?

"Oh yes, she is." he agreed, and when a few moments later he spoke again his voice was loud enough for her to hear. Much to Faramir's astonishment. "What's that brought you in such a place, my lady?"

Raising an eyebrow, Nienna looked at the man who had addressed to her in such a charming fashion, hinting an amused smile. Clearly he was a little too much self-assured and maybe insolent, but it was not a problem to her. She had been judged unfairly only because she behaved differently from the other maidens for all of her life.

"I was going mad at home and I decided that the best thing to do was to try and distract myself someway".

"I see" Boromir nodded, "It was much the same for us."

Just then the innkeeper neared the table, and both brothers leaned back onto the chairs in order to make room on the small table, as the other set the mugs. Faramir, who had yet to say a word, was still observing that peculiar maiden, as Boromir paid for their ales.

Yes, she was indeed charming.

Noticing his gaze on her, Nienna smiled encouraginly to the young man, amused by those two. She had catched a glimpse of their faces and she had understood they were brothers.

She wasn't uncomfortable with them. Usually men in those taverns were drunk and tried to bother her. The brothers seemed just friendly and that was fine to her.

Once the innkeeper was gone Boromir shifted his attentions to the beer, not wanting to bother too much the stranger at the table next to theirs, no matter how attractive she was. He was indeed taken aback, though, when his little brother smiled back at her and even offered a chair.

"Why don't you sit with us?"

Chuckling, Nienna shook her head, obviously not expecting such a request from the one that had been so silent and shy. Pondering about her choices for a moment, she realized that to sit there alone, without anything to do, wasn't what she was searching for. She had gone out to find some distraction, and it seemed that the two men weren't dangerous. Why not try?

Without a word, a grinning girl took hold of her beer and stood up, sitting at the youngest side, accepting the chair he was offering.

Once there, she glanced at the older, before leaning back and taking a swig from her pint.

The innkeeper in the meanwhile flashed them an amused look, before turning around and walking in the backside. It hadn't been a bad idea to put them together, afterall.

Faramir was smiling triumphantly, the hood hiding his face from her sight, but not from his Boromir's. Who was sitting in front of him, mightily amused by what he was seeing, and thought that his support could have been of use to his reserved sibling, who was way shyer than him.

"So.. what is your name?" he demanded, before offering her his hand over the small table, "I am Boromir. And he's my brother Faramir."

"I am Nienna" she said, hinting a smile and shaking his hand.

But she hadn't missed the fact that their faces were still hidden. And she didn't like it.

"Why are you hiding yourselves?" she asked then plainly. "Fear not, I am not from there so I would never be able to identify you. And don't tell me that you aren't doing it on purpose. It's hot enough there for you to take off your hood".

"Well, we.. ehr.." Boromir stuttered, glancing at his brother in search of assistance. What should they say? Maybe just the truth. He had already been naive enough to tell her their names, after all, and everyone in the City knew them. If not bodily, everyone knew their names and who they were.

On his part Faramir didn't seem all that worried, at all, maybe just because he wasn't as suspicious as his older brother. And because he was willing to trust her.

"Let's put it this way" the young man began, leaning back on the chair and turning to look at her, "We aren't supposed to be here right now. That's why we hide."

"Pretty the same here" she grinned, clearly pleased with this answer, and looking at the youngest. He was quite a nice man, but she wasn't able to distinguish his features because of that cursed hood.

"I should not be outside at night, my brother is mad at me because I am not the nice and submissive maiden he wants me to be. And I can't go back home. My stubborness always put me in troubles..."

She had talked without really feeling upset about what had happened. It was time to find another place anyway, and she could rent a room for the night. So the problem was partially solved.

"So you don't have a place for the night?" Boromir demanded, before to take a swig of beer. The other, too, turned to look at her as he drank, and cleared his throat a little awkwardly before speaking.

"We could find you an accommodation, if you're willing to trust a pair of hooded strangers." he said with a small smile, gaining a warning glance from his brother.

Was he suggesting to find her a room at home? Boromir just didn't want to imagine what could possibly be their father's reaction, would they take such an initiative.

"I will find a room at the tavern, do not worry for me" she just said, noticing that the older one didn't seem pleased at all.

"It's not wise to trust someone you barely know, even more if you have never seen his face. I said I'm stubborn, not irresponsible..."

"In case you would not have to deal with us in any way. I was only meaning to offer you a shelter, nothing more." Faramir reassured her, and then looked at his brother. Who, by then, had understood what was that the other was suggesting. "The one next the Houses of Healing?"

"That one" Faramir nodded, before looking expectantly at Nienna. "Anyway we'll show you our faces properly once out of here, I promise."

"And what would you like as a payback for this home?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and folding her arms on her chest, glancing suspiciously at the two.

"You will give me that it's not...usual that two hooded strangers offer you a home..."

"Nothing. I'm asking nothing in return." the young man replied, before to look at his brother once again. "Boromir?"

He shrugged, shaking his head in response. "Same for me." he said quietly, and shifted his glance to the woman sitting in front of him. "So?"

"All right... I'll come with you" she finally answered. "But be aware that I can defend myself, even if I'm outnumbered".

It was a clear warning.

Do not try anything with me or you we'll pay it dearly.

Their offer was indeed a good one, she needed that home, but yet she had to decide if they were trustworthy or not.

The older one smirked at the remark, and then stood up. Promptly followed by his brother, who lingered at the table for some moments while finishing his beer.

"Come, then." Boromir said while walking past her, "It's not far from here."

Once outside the inn both brothers stopped to wait for her, before leading her into a dark hallway.

Without faltering, Nienna took hold of the dagger in her backpack, ready to defend herself, hiding it under her cloak.

When they stopped, she just held it tighter, ready to jump, if only they would have tried something on her. Almost the whole population was at the street theatre and the hallway was indeed secluded and too dark for her liking.

"Do you thing it's time for me too see your faces?" she asked, trying to hide the worried note in her voice. "As I told you before I'm not from Minas Tirith so I can't see how I could even recognize you..."

Boromir chuckled quietly in response, shaking his head as Faramir fumbled to find the key.

"Can you just wait only another moment?" he demanded amusedly, "'Tis too dark here anyway, you wouldn't see a thing."

And it was only a moment later indeed that Faramir managed to open the small wooden door, stepping inside, and grabbed the lamp laid on the table. The other two followed him inside, and both brothers eventually decided that it was time to take off their cloaks, before Faramir lit the candle.

"Any better now?"

Studying attentively their beautiful features and fair hair, Nienna tilted her head on a side. Their cloaks were too expensive to be simple wayfarers. Even their aspect made the concept clear.

The two were nobles and rich. That's why they had this little spare house.

"Yes, it's better now" she quietly stated, her hand releasing the grip on the dagger. "It's not easy to trust someone when you can neither look in his eyes, don't you think?"

"I give you that" Faramir smiled, nodding, and grabbed the lamp as he gestured for her to follow him. "Come, I'll show you the house. It isn't much, but no one lives in here, while--" he stopped then, casting an eye at Boromir, who was now sitting at the table and staring amusedly at him, an eyebrow raised. He knew that Faramir was about to say something about their other properties, all already leased and much bigger than that one.

"Well, follow me."

The first stop was the lounge at the bottom of the corridor, accurately furnished just like the kitchen, even if smaller. There was a couch and a couple of armchairs settled at its sides, right in front of the fireplace, and a small table in the middle. On the side wall had been placed a bookcase, even if its shelves were half empty, and dark curtains had been hung at the window.

"I wasn't hoping to find such a beautiful house" she finally admitted, smiling at him.

It was even bigger than Thorongil and Jezeanne's, and surely she couldn't have afforded it with her little money. There was no need to say that she knew perfectly that the two weren't using that one because they had other properties. It was to exclude than they could live in such a place when their clothes were probably as expensive as the whole little home.

"I don't know how to thank you, Faramir. If it wasn't for you and your brother I would have slept in a cold and dirty room tonight..."

"Oh, the bedroom is much wider than this room" he smiled, heading for the corridor. "Come, I'll show you."

The chamber was next to the lounge, and indeed broader. The bed in the middle of the room was large, made of carved wood and dressed with a heavy, dark red woolen coverlet. At the bottom of said bed had been placed a bench, made of the same wood. The other furnishing consisted in a large wardrobe, two bedside tables and a wide rug set in front of the stone fireplace.

"That's the door to the bath" Faramir pointed then, obviously pleased to see that the house was meeting her taste. "You can stay here as long as you need to."

"But..." she began, faltering a little.

It was just then that she seemed to notice for the first time how bright his blue eyes were, and how tender was his smile. She couldn't remember any man she had met with a face so sincere and open like that. One that you look forward to cherish and pamper.

"I-I don't know if I can accept your kindness. It's...too much for me..."

"Please." Faramir urged, his eyes unwavering. "The house is unoccupied anyway, I and Boromir use it to come here only when in need of a little peace. It is not a problem, really." he said, still smiling and staring at her, holding the lamp in his hand. Then he chuckled quietly, nodding towards the wardrobe. "You should find some of our clothes in there. We'll pick them up tomorrow, fear not."

"You can keep your clothes there, it's not a problem to me" she said, finally smiling brightly.

Yes. She liked that man. It were his eyes that probably were doing some sort of spell on her, or probably his voice, the sweetness she had sensed in it, for she couldn't understand how could it be that he had been able to persuade her to follow him into a deserted home. In a bedroom, to be precise.

"I do not have too many dresses and there will be no one else with me, so it'll be perfectly fine to have them in my closet. Who knows, maybe we will see again if you will need to pick them..."

"Maybe.." the young man smiled, eyeing her closer until a faint noise coming from the door made him avert his gaze and turn around. It was Boromir, of course. Arms folded and leaning against the doorframe.

"Time for us to go, little brother." he smirked, "Unless you want me to drink the whole bottle I've found in the kitchen."

Faramir chuckled in response, shaking his head. "Were you boring yourself?"

"Not overly. Does our guest like the house?"

"I think she does."

"Yes I like it very much" she smiled, shifting her attention to the older brother.

He was so different from Faramir. To begin with, his body was much more powerful and from what she could see, he had sculptured muscles under that tunic of his. Then he seemed more irreverent and dissolute than his brother. Yet in his eyes she found kindness and maybe even amusement.

Was he laughing at her?

No. Probably he was a little drunk from the liquor he had been drinking.

"I'm sorry if you were boring youself, Boromir".

"Oh, no." he replied, shaking his head lightly. "I'm just afraid I could have ended up polishing off the whole bottle of that quite remarkable liquor, really. I'm too heavy for my poor brother to carry me home into his arms."

"Indeed you are. I would just leave you here, in case." Faramir grinned, glancing at her before shifting his gaze to Boromir again. Who was still looking quite amused.

"I don't think she would appreciate it."

"It's your home" she grinned mischievously, as if that sentence of hers could explain everything.

Maybe she wasn't that bothered by his insolence. Not at all. Instead, she was very much curious to know how far he would have pushed it. Intriguing. Very intriguing.

"I don't mind at all if you stay. I could sleep on the couch, anyway. You can continue in drinking that liquor if you want..."

"In the couch?" Boromir repeated, frowning and grimacing playfully. "I can't sleep without someone to keep me warm.. not when outside's so cold anyway. I usually ask my little brother to warm me when I'm cold, but he wouldn't be here."

At such words Faramir had to hold back a fit of laughter, but he somehow managed to keep an almost straight face as he shook his head. "I think he's drunk already."

"Am I?"

"Are you drunk, my lord?" she asked then, folding her arms on her chest, staring intensely at the older man.

If he was drunk, then she was, too. She wasn't used to drink, and that pint of beer had made her bold and probably reckless, otherwise she would have never followed two strangers in a deserted home.

Slowly walking near Boromir, her eyes never leaving his grey ones, Nienna stopped mere inches away from his body.

"I'll tell you a little secret... I think I'm drunk, too..."

"Then I'll tell you my secret, also" he replied in a low voice, his gaze shifting to her lips. "I could decide to take advantage of such a statement."

Faramir was staring at them, still holding the lamp in his hand, not daring to move. He knew that his brother wasn't one to tease and leave matters outstanding. Never, and he didn't know whether to feel thrilled or rather scared because of that awareness.

A soft gasp escaped from him when Boromir suddenly pulled her against his chest almost roughly, and closed his mouth over hers for what was in as much a rough, breath-stopping kiss.

Without faltering the littlest, Nienna eagerly responded to the kiss, simply giving in and feeling her brain melting in mush.

Closing her eyes, she clutched at his shoulders, her body clinging to his strong one, feeling the heat emanating from it through the light fabric of her tunic.

In a moment she had forgot everything but Boromir, and she was feeling the irresistible desire to laugh and jump around.

The beer.

The warrior, too, didn't falter at all. He was already bustling to undo her tunic, breaking the kiss only in order to bite her already bruised lips and then chin, neck and jawbones, while dragging her towards the bed.

Yes, Faramir inferred, indeed his brother was drunk. And he was beginning to feel uncomfortable to stay there and watch them, the familiar tension already building in his stomach and belly. Better to leave them alone, before it's too late.

"I will wait for you in the lounge." he offered while making his way to the door, but he halted only after a few paces when his brother replied.

"No." he said, panting softly and staring straight into Nienna's eyes, still busy unbuttoning her tunic. "You'll stay."

Her only answer was a grin, while her gaze shifted to the younger man.

A moment later she disentangled herself from Boromir's arms and neared Faramir, her eyes never leaving his blue ones.

Boromir's beard had chafed her skin, which was now red and uncomfortably sore, but she almost didn't care. To her it was as if she was moving as a woman in dream, and the thought that the next day she would have probably suffered for the consequences of her drunkennes barely dabbed her mind.

Without further ado, she smiled at Faramir, looping her arms around his neck and caressing his hair.

Even in her intoxication, the girl preferred the gentler one, instead that to be just shagged and soon forgotten. Maybe Faramir wouldn't have forgotten her too soon. Maybe.

Faramir hinted a smile in response, glancing for a moment at his brother, who was now sitting on the bed and merely staring at them. Then he looked at Nienna again, and took her hand as he led her to the bed.

"Is.. this fine with you?"

"Yes... I think it's fine..." she smiled, willingly following him and sitting down onto the bed next to Boromir.

It was no use to ask such questions. She was not herself, and probably she would have tried to understand what had she done just the next day. When she would have to deal with a cold and empty bed.

Wordlessly, Faramir smiled in response. Then he began to undo his tunic, unhurriedly, glancing at her or at his brother once in a while during the process. It definitely wasn't the first time they shared that kind of experience, and the young man didn't seem uncomfortable at all with the whole situation.

Once he was done with the tunic he slipped off also the light undertunic, and his boots.

Following his example, Nienna pulled off her boots, slipping away her tunic, previously unlaced by Boromir's skillful hands.

Then she noticed that Boromir had still the garment on, and she turned to him, undoing the clasps that held it in place, her eyes never leaving his.

"Are you always so dashing or it's the liquor that helps you?"

"Oh no, he's always like that." Faramir replied in his stead, gaining a glance and a raised eyebrow from the other. He didn't notice, though, too busy trying to undo the fastenings of his leggings, his golden locks hanging mutinuously at the sides of his face and over his forehead, his head bent.

"How do you know?" Boromir grinned, while slipping off the tunic and hurling it to the side. Faramir eventually lifted his gaze, tossing his head in order to shake the hair off his eyes, and grinned back. "I just know. You're dashing in everything you do."

Grinning, as she could clearly see how close were those two brothers, Nienna decided that she liked them both. Even if Boromir was probably too dashing.

Placing one hand on his chest, she pushed him down, hoping that he wouldn't have complained, and began to place many tiny kisses on his chest, stopping just in order to suck and nibble at his nipples until they were erect and oversensitive.

When Faramir had finally ridded himself of every garment and joined them on the bed, Boromir allowed himself to think about his own leggings. It was quite uncomfortable indeed by then, even if he was struggling to keep enough self control to not just jump on her and take care of the business straightaway.

While he was distracted taking care of the lacings Faramir neared Nienna, looking intently at her for some moments, before to close his lips over hers.

That kiss was way much gentler than Boromir's and immediately the woman found it comfortable and warm, sliding her hands up and down his abdomen and shoulders, relishing the heat emanating from his body.

Darting her tongue over his lips, Nienna began to explore his body with her hands, without touching his groin, resolved to tease him as long as she could.

Faramir responded quite enthusiastically to her ministrations, his hands roaming over her back and buttocks and then all the way up her shoulders again, as he teased her tongue with his and sucked it in between his lips now and then.

A grinning Boromir had in the meantime ridded himself of the leggings, and was crawling his way to near them. He just observed them for some moments, smirking at his brother when he opened his eyes for a moment and glanced at him, before reaching for the fastening of Nienna's leggings. Unhurriedly this time. As he undid the lacings he bent his head enough to be able to kiss and nibble gently at her neck and shoulders, moving upwards to reach for her chin and mouth. Not bothered at all by his brother's presence. And Faramir, too, didn't protest or draw back, but wound his arm around Boromir's shoulders in order to pull him closer to them.

It was something Nienna had never experienced to be pressed between the glorious bodies of two brothers, but she wasn't bothered at all. There were hands everywhere, mouths colliding and tongues plunging in her mouth, and soon, when she had closed her eyes, she wasn't even able to distinguish which one of the two was touching and kissing her. Noticing that Boromir was still trying to unlace her leggings, one of her hands descended to brush away his large ones, swiftly loosing the lacings and letting the garment slip down, eager to know what was about to come.

Just as Boromir was hurling the garment to the side, the younger man pinned Nienna onto the bed, flat on her back. He hinted a grin as he settled at her side, and the next moment he was ducking his head to lick his way to her breast, lingering to lap, suck and tease when his mouth met a firm nipple on the way. His brother, too, seemed quite eager to get down with the business: he lay at her other side, giving her a small smile and a quick, very suggestive kiss before sinking as well in order to take care of her other breast.

Moaning in pleasure, Nienna threw her head back on the pillow. Her hair was now scattered in dark stripes that contrasted with the whiteness of the bedclothes.

A dream. It had to be a dream.

But the sensations burning her limbs, the pleasure she was experiencing were real.

Lowering her eyes, the woman met a breathtaking sight. Two golden haired men, alike in their beauty, were ravishing her breasts.

Enticing, to say the least.

When Boromir's mouth left her skin, Faramir redoubled his efforts. His hand reached at once for the other nipple, still damp and taut due to his brother's ministrations, not wanting to give Nienna even a moment of respite.. The older man was seemingly of that same opinion, for he was now widening her legs and trailing a path of fiery kisses and tiny bites from her stomach to her groin, dwelling to lap eagerly at the tender skin now and then. He raised his eyes to her face just for a second, his hands settling on her thighs in order to keep her still, before he sunk his face in between her legs, moaning against the heated flesh as he began to taste and fondle her most private areas with quite some fervency.

This time the woman couldn't help but scream as his tongue began to lick and tease the sensitive knot in between her legs.

They were probably trying to drive her insane. She had never experienced nothing so dazing, and the thought that probably she would have never done it again saddened her a little.Anyway her brain pushed away such a thought and decided to focus on Boromir and Faramir.

With trembling hands, she then reached Faramir's groin, smiling when she felt him moan against her skin.

"Bad, bad Nienna.. you're distracting me.." he rebuked playfully when he raised his head, and then smirked before to climb up the bed to face her, his hand still stroking her breast, squeezing gently now and then.

"Do you like it?" he asked softly then, nodding towards a quite busy Boromir, his blue eyes fixed into hers as if trying to read her very thoughts. On his part Boromir reopened his eyes to glance up at them, but he didn't stop at all.

"Y--yes..." she managed to whimper, wriggling helplessly under their touch.

Their combined stimulation was almost too much to bear, and soon she found herself enshrouded with a thin veil of perspiration, feeling the heat pooling in her lower belly, threatening to burst in a furious orgasm within moments.

Yet she didn't break the eye contact with Faramir, the sight of that wonderful face staring at her helping the woman not to lose control.

The younger man smiled softly as he found himself trembling as well, ever so faintly, at the sight of such beautiful creature so abandoned to pleasure. His hand left her breast, trailing its way downwards, stopping only once it had reached the firm, slippery knot in between her widely parted legs.

Just then Boromir's mouth moved further down, his tongue now teasing her entrance and darting inside now and then, the combination of her helpless tremors and heated moans eliciting him rapturous sighs and hums now and then.

And then Faramir neared her face, to trace the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, and to trap her lower lip gently in between his teeth, his eyes half closed and clouded with desire.

"Let go.."

An helpless groan resounded in the silent room mere moments later, when they sent her over the edge, and Nienna throw back her head, closing her eyes and trying hard to regain her composure. It was not usual for her to be such wanton in her desires, nor had her vocal responses ever been so heated. But there was nothing of common in that experience.

When Boromir crawled up the bed to near the other two his brother, who was still kissing and fondling Nienna, raised his head to grin mischievously at him.

"Is she sweet?"

"Very." the older man replied, nodding and smirking in response. "Feel it for yourself."

Faramir's grin widened and then, instead of drooping to taste her as his brother had meant, he leaned to near the other's face, and flickered his tongue over his lower lip without closing his eyes or averting his gaze. Boromir didn't draw back, but arched an eyebrow questioningly and lowered his gaze to look at Nienna, who was still flat on the bed and staring at them.

Clearly baffled by such a sight, the woman was unmoving, not knowing what was she supposed to do.

She knew that between soldiers it was common to find male lovers, but she had thought that it wasn't Faramir and Boromir's case. Probably she had been wrong.

Propping on her elbows, still tender for her recent climax, Nienna looked back at Boromir, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what were they up to.

He smirked in response, just as he settled himself next to her and dragged his little brother down with him, at Nienna's other side. And Boromir was the one who claimed her mouth the next moment, as Faramir busied himself by kissing her neck and nibbling playfully at her earlobe.

Soon, though, he moved to her cheek and neared her mouth while his brother was still kissing it fervently, obviously eager to join the action. When Boromir's mouth left hers he didn't falter to replace it with his own, nor to kiss the other man when he urged him to by tugging at his hair. And he actually kissed him fully, slipping his tongue deep in his mouth, allowing access to his just as well.

Softly gasping in surprise, Nienna couldn't take her eyes off the two men. She could clearly see their moist lips and their tongues entwined. Against her will she found it enticing. It was surely odd to her, and she wasn't sure she was absolutely comfortable with that, but she was willing to join the action.

Without thinking twice, the woman neared Faramir's neck and began to kiss and nibble her way to his chin, gently sucking at it before to try and slip her tongue in between the other two, hoping that they would have let her.

Boromir's response was a low groan, slightly muffled by the tangle of mouths and tongues, while one of Faramir's hands reached for the back of her head at once, as if to urge her not to draw back. Both seemed indeed pleased by her daring and were just giving in to that kiss, now growing more and more urgent and demanding.

The younger man couldn't suppress a startled gasp when his brother's hand reached for his groin, and his fingers wrapped around his impossibly swollen erection at once. He drew back, darting Boromir just a quick glance as the welcomed hand started to fondle him with masterful skill and slow strokes, before searching for Nienna's mouth again, under the other man's eager gaze.

Utterly pleased by their reaction, the woman began to suck Faramir's tongue in her mouth, relishing his sweet taste, trying not to focus on his brother's hand still massaging him.

In a certain way she was feeling as if she had been pushed aside, and was determined not to let them forget about presence.

Her hand then reached for Boromir's groin, teasingly squeezing it before to set a relentless pace, challenging him.

Just then Faramir stiffened, a tiny sound of discomfort escaping from him when Boromir's grip on his manhood tightened abruptly, and just as involuntarily. The older man indeed wasn't expecting Nienna to be that resolute and challenging, nor her touch to be that perfect. It was just how he needed, wanted it to be in that moment, and only after a few moments he was already struggling not to let go of his brother and concentrate only on the more than pleasurable sensations her skilled hand was giving him. But he kept on staring back at her, quickening the pace of his strokes at the same time, only barely aware of Faramir's increasing moans.

Grinning mischievously, Nienna continued to nibble at Faramir's neck and earlobe, paying attention not to mark him, for she was sure that they would have wished to forget that night as soon as they would have exited the house. But her eyes never left Boromir's while her other hand begun to slowly trace the outline of his broad shoulders, finding old scars now and then, stopping when it found his buttocks, squeezing lightly as her hand squeezed his shaft.

Another little smile then, and one of her fingers began to work on his anal opening.

This time Boromir paid attention not to crush Faramir's shaft, even if his hand had stilled in its movements for a second and he was in fact clenching his teeth, not wanting to give voice to his enjoyment. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction. Not at all. And he wasn't used to losing his challenges, ever.

When she pushed the digit slightly inside, though, a strangled groan slipped past his lips before he could even think to suppress it, the combined stimulation of her hand and finger almost too much for him to bear in that right moment. Overwrought as he was, and unable to concentrate on anything but her touch, he had to finally let go of his brother's heated flesh.

"Valar" he breathed then, closing his eyes.

Defeated, and yet craving for her touch.

A panting Faramir smirked at the very sight, his face still flushed. And his eyes still clouded with lust and longing when he neared Nienna from behind, winding both arms around her. Then his hands were descending slowly to reach her belly, and further down in order to part her legs, his firm erection pressed between her buttocks.

Moaning in pleasure when his hands begun to stroke her most sensitive areas, already wet and ready again, the woman rested her head on Faramir's shoulder, without breaking the eye-contact with Boromir. Soon another finger joined the first one, and she felt the tight muscle resist her before he relaxed and let her in. Darting him an hungry look, Nienna's fingers angled to penetrate deeper, brushing against his prostate at once.

It took a great deal of self control for Boromir not to cry out. He shuddered quite violently, placing both hands on his brother's shoulders in order to balance himself, for his knees were now threatening to give away. And he had to clench his teeth, but not even that managed to choke the low moan that burst from the back of his throat at her next plunge, grey and slightly unfocused eyes still staring straight into hers.

"Fear not, he likes it rough" Faramir teased with a wicked grin, glancing at Boromir before ducking his head to lick and nibble at Nienna's neck and shoulders fervently, his hands still busy fondling and stroking in between her parted legs.

"Have your way with him."

"I know" she grinned, licking her lips while watching him intensely. "I can see it in his eyes... he's like an hungry wolf..."

Without faltering the littlest, Nienna leaned to kiss Boromir's shoulder, deciding it was time to finally break the eye contact and let him enjoy her ministrations. Her hands were still busy stroking and penetrating while her mouth found her way to his shoulder and then to his neck. Whispering softly naughty things to his ear, teasing his being so rude with women, Nienna quickened her pace, biting none too gently at his neck.

It didn't take long before he started to push back onto her fingers, urging and demanding, and to moan shamelessly with every plunge in.

Close. So very close already, and of all things Faramir certainly didn't miss that. He stared at his brother's face for quite a while, fascinated by the way he knitted his eyebrows and shut his eyes tight everytime her fingers reached deep inside, and shivering with every heated moan slipping past those inviting and slightly parted lips, still bruised for the previous kissing.

But it was too soon, the younger man decided with a hint of mischief, just too soon to grant him release, and so he leaned to place a hand over Nienna's, over the one that was stroking his brother so considerately, and stopped it. Boromir's eyes snapped open instantly and another groan, this time a frustrated one, came from him when their gazes met.

"Not yet." Faramir said simply, giving the other a gracious smile before to duck his head again, assaulting Nienna's neck hungrily, his hands now cupping and squeezing her breast.

It was her time to groan, and she couldn't help but shiver as Faramir was having his way with her, not at all bothered by the thick erection pressed against her supple back.

When she reopened her eyes, Nienna decided to near Boromir again, her fingers now moving slowly and undemanding inside of him, while her hand was lazily travelling on his chest. Of all things, she surely wasn't naive, and she was aware that it was as trying to tame the untamable.. It was worth a try, anyway.

Her lips showered his shoulders and neck with many tiny kisses, until she reached his chin and then his full lips, staring intensely at him and hinting a sweet smile. At least, she catched them for a slow kiss, ready to draw back if he would have tried to deepen it.

The next moment his hand had reached for the back of her head in order to keep her in place, his fingers tangling in her hair. Faramir, still busy kissing her neck and fondling her breast, pinching and teasing taut nipples now and then, gave them a glance.

"Patience, Boromir."

Quite strangely, the other actually seemed to listen to such advice. Even if he didn't open his eyes nor replied, the pressure on the back of Nienna's head slackened considerably, although he kept his hand in place, and he didn't try to deepen or intensify the kiss. He just yielded to her, for once, taking what was offered to him without asking for more. At least for the time being.

"See?" Faramir purred in her ear then, as he started to ground his hips against her backside in a quite lascivious fashion. "He can be tamed, after all."

Without reply, Nienna opened her mouth, slipping her tongue in his mouth, searching for his to caress it, gently nibbling at his lower lip. Her hand then moved to caress his cheek and hair, unexpectedly liking that tamed Boromir.

Anyway, she couldn't ignore Faramir's shaft pressing against her, and she began to push back, brushing her bare back against his slightly hairy chest.

The young man hissed softly in response, clearly pleased by her prompt reaction, and clung to her back in order to enhance that wonderful friction, his head starting to spin. His eyes were fixed on them to witness their sensual kissing, and he soon found that their mouths linked together and the occasional glimpse of their tongues twining and caressing each other was enough to have him shuddering helplessly and craving for more.

On his part Boromir was doing his best to relax and concentrate on the kiss, rather than on Nienna's fingers sliding slowly inside of him, and was struggling not to grasp his throbbing erection, that was by then screaming for attention, and stroke himself to completion.

Unable to restrain herself, Nienna left Boromir's lips, glancing at him one last time, then turning to face Faramir and pulling him down, straddling his hips.

Smiling wickedly at the man underneath her body, the woman rubbed herself against his length, now overwhelmed by desire and lust.

Closing his eyes, Faramir couldn't help but throw his head back on the pillow, murmuring and sighing his approval. Boromir was sitting at their side, propped on his arm, his head tilted to the side as he watched them closely. And he held his breath for a few moments when his little brother, who'd apparently had enough of that teasing, grasped his own impossibly swollen shaft, circling its head with his thumb in order to spread the glistening moisture leaking from the slit, hissing sharply in the process, his eyes still closed. Not a moment later he guided it to her entrance, and pushed his hips upwards. Burying himself in to the hilt in one go.

So unlike him, Boromir found himself thinking, smiling faintly at the sight of his Faramir so wanton and impatient, when he was usually the calmer and more controlled one. His gaze then shfted up to Nienna, and he had to hold his breath again at such a glorious sight. Glorious and shattering at the same time, her back arched and her head thrown back, eyes shut and full, moist lips parted in a soundless cry.

Gripping Faramir's shoulders to anchor herself, Nienna propped on her feet, beginning to thrust forcefully up and down his shaft, without even trying to muffle her vocal responses.

Soon the air was filled with uncurbed moans, ragged pants, and the smell of their love juices. Smell that was driving her insane, making her almost wild in her desire.

For long moments Boromir didn't dare to move at all. He wasn't taking his eyes off them, not for a second, barely blinking at all and unmoving, aside the quick raising and falling of his chest. And his right hand, sliding up and down in lazy strokes, for he didn't want it to end. Not like that.

Faramir opened his eyes when he felt the bed shift at his side. His gaze followed Boromir as he reached for the drawer of the nearby nightstand and opened it, pulling out the half-empty vial he remembered very well, and he instantly understood what his brother was up to. His eyes shut again the next moment, though, as he grasped Nienna's hips in order to keep her still, and started to pump his hips slowly and yet deeply, not wanting to stop, not even to allow his brother to ready her for what was about to come.

He felt her stiffen suddenly, and knew that Boromir was now circling Nienna's tight rear entrance with a slippery finger. He knew, because Boromir always did that. And he also knew that in a few moments Boromir's finger would start to probe and spread, push and tease shamelessly, and he opened his eyes to witness her reaction, hinting a reassuring smile.

"N-no" she heard herself say but a moment later, her whole body tense. She was now trying to free herself from Faramir's grasp, withdrawing from Boromir's finger, looking at the younger one with wide eyes. Scared and surely not waiting for such a thing.

It needed a split of second for her to realize that she had probably underestimated them, and that she wasn't dealing with two sinless boys. Those two were two hungry wolves and she had been choosen as the next prey.

"Let me go..."

"I will stop if it hurts" Boromir granted, actually withdrawing his hand. Faramir, too, had stopped and was staring at her, reaching to stroke her cheek.

"You can trust him" he said softly, trying to reassure her. "He means it."

He wasn't lying to her, Nienna was sure of that because Faramir's eyes concealed very little. She was sure that he wasn't a skilled liar. But she wanted, needed to look at Boromir, so she turned her head enough to stare right in his eyes. Searching.

His grey eyes didn't waver the littlest under her scrutiny, and that somewhat reassured her, even if her voice was still crackling and the fear was still gripping at her very guts.

"I've never done it before..."

"I won't hurt you" Boromir replied in a strangely soft voice, giving her a small smile. "But you'll have to relax.."

Just then Faramir resumed his thrusting, slowly and gently now, meaning to help her focusing on something else and not on what was about to come.

He could remember his first time very well. And he, too, was indeed tense and even a little scared, but Boromir had been perfect that time. Taking it slow and doing his best to help him relax, caressing and cherishing him most tenderly, and the initial pain had been soon forgotten. He knew that he would be just as careful with her, at least at the beginning, and smiled gently at Nienna when their eyes met. It was a warm, open smile. A smile meant to let her understand that nothing was going to happen, unless she'd want it to.

"Don't hold your breath" he suggested while dragging her down, so that she was resting on his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist without stopping to make love to her. Boromir had in the meantime resumed his probing, helped by a generous amount of scented oil, daring to push his finger halfway inside, and then stopping in order to study her reaction. She was still a little tense, but not overly. And that was good.

Closing her eyes, Nienna hadn't almost noticed that she was holding her breath, and released it with a sigh, hugging Faramir back, secretly grateful for his help, even if she would have never said it out aloud.

His chest was chiseled as his older brother's, something she hadn't almost noticed before, too caught up by the turning of events. He had to be a warrior, too. The skin under her cheek was soft and warm, and made her smile a small smile. Nienna almost forgot about Boromir's finger, until she felt him move again, reviving the burning sensation appeared as soon as he had entered her.

Clenching her teeth, she tensed again, even if out of reflex.

Faramir tightened the hug at once, and in that same moment his brother stopped. He leaned forward then, enough to be able to stroke her back and shoulders soothingly as he plunged his finger in again carefully, ready to stop if she would tense again, just to draw back just as slowly and duck his head to kiss and nibble at her sides before pushing again.

"Relax.." Faramir whispered, caressing her hair, and increasing a little the pace of his thrusts at the same time. "Relax, it'll feel wonderful in a while."

Faramir's words spoke the truth, for the ache was slowly fading, just to leave room to another odd sensation. It was not bad, at all. She still couldn't feel pleasure but the whole thing was becoming less uncomfortable, at least, even if she wasn't still too sure to actually like the turning of events. The only thing she allowed her mind to focus on were Faramir's thrusts and Boromir's kisses and caresses, his hands warming her skin wherever he touched her.

It was only when he felt that she was indeed ready to take the next step that Boromir added a second finger, keeping on caressing and kissing her all the while, pushing gently and then stopping in order to allow her to get accustomed to the unknown invasion.

"Does it hurt?" he demanded in between kisses, Faramir's eyes opening to look at her at the same time.

"Just a little" she murmured, still resting her head on Faramir's chest, reassured by the regularity of his heartbeat and the heat emanating from his skin.

Then raising her eyes, she met his blue ones, and smiled softly at the youngest, bestowing a lingering kiss on his neck, trying to let him understand how much his help meant to her.

Smiling in return, Faramir lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss, just as he deepened his thrusts and tightened the embrace, aware that in a few moments she would have needed all his support.

Her muscles seemed to have relaxed enough by then, Boromir's fingers now sliding freely to reach deep inside every time, to pull back almost completely and then plunge in again, even due to the liberal use of lubricant, and he was pretty sure that she was almost ready.

Nienna couldn't help but tense again when she felt him position his shaft at her entrance, once retreated his fingers. She was still scared, even if they were doing their best to help her relax and enjoy that experience.

Tightening the embrace, she clung to Faramir, stopping the kiss and hiding her face between his neck and shoulder, shutting her eyes and trying to normalize her erratic breathing.

As he started to penetrate her, the ache remembered her of what was happening, making her clench her fists.

His thrusts were very slow and shallow at first, and he would stop everytime she stiffened or gasped, even if with quite some effort. It felt good, just so good. But he wanted her to enjoy it just as well, not just to lay there motionless and hope for it to be over soon. He gradually increased the depth of his trusts, maintaining the unhurried pace, exchanging glances with his brother now and then.

"I will stop if it hurts" he somehow managed to remind her, breathlessly, grasping her hips. "You have but to tell.."

Unable to utter a sound, Nienna just nodded weakly, still clutching at the younger one, feeling completely stretched to the point that the barriers between pleasure and pain were beginning to melt.

It was but some moments later that her body finally yielded to Boromir, letting her enjoy the sensations he was giving her, much helped by his younger brother.

Odd. Pleasurable, but odd nonetheless.

Finally completely at ease, Nienna raised her head to near Faramir's mouth, hinting a smile.

"Thank you" she breathed against his lips before to catch them for a well deserved kiss.

His fingers tangled in her hair when their mouths met, and a soft moan escaped from him as the kiss grew more urgent and demanding. He picked up a faster pace, now sure that she was indeed fine with the whole situation, leaving all the previous worries and doubts behind when he felt her shudder in his arms.

Boromir's grasp on her hips was unwavering, his thrusts gradually increasing in depth and speed just like his brother's, rapturous moans and sighs coming from him now and then. His eyes roaming all over her lithe form, he couldn't help but shudder with delight at the sight of her muscles tensing everytime she arched her back, her pale and flawless skin covered by a thin veil of sweat.

Softly whimpering in Faramir's mouth, Nienna was indeed enjoying their lovemaking, sure that she had never experienced such powerful emotions.

She could feel the heat slowly pooling in her lower belly, trembling within the strong circle of their arms, sensing that Faramir was close, too, for his muscles were tense and his heart was now beating furiously.

As the edge neared closer and his moans increased, the younger man managed to work himself into an almost frenzied rhythm, helped also by his brother's strong hands that were keeping her in place, even if she was in fact shoved slightly forward every time he plunged in from behind.

For Boromir, both the way she was shuddering and her helpless whimpers were clear signs that she was actually enjoying it, since he couldn't look at her face. And by then his shoves were almost as fast as Faramir's, no more worries, his groin and her buttocks colliding with quite some impact everytime he pushed forward, no more coherent thoughts.

Not a minute later Faramir suddenly cried out, his cheeks flushed and his head thrown back in pure bliss as he finally yielded to pleasure. The mere sight caused a heavy, shuddering groan to burst from Boromir's throat, his thrusting now almost wild. So close. And yet for some reason he didn't want it to end.

To see Faramir undone was surely a priceless sight, and Nienna couldn't take her eyes off him. Too beautiful, too perfect to be true, even if she doubted about her being the cause of his pleasure. The whole experience had been incredibly erotic but she was beginning to think that she was just incidental, some sort of toy they had used to share their pleasure. Without turning to check, she was sure that for the most part of the time Boromir's and Faramir's gazes had been locked. And that they were enjoying the feel of their shafts rubbing together inside of her.

Her climax hit her hard, even if her mind was still troubled, and to help Boromir archieve his goal now that his brother was unmoving, Nienna began to push back against him at each thrust.

Hissing sharply in response, the warrior bend down, his chest adhering to her back as his hands left her hips and his arms wrapped around her waist, the relentlessly hard pace of his thrusting unwavering. The next moment his mouth was fastened to her neck, to suck and bite the soft skin with fervent enthusiasm. Faramir, even if still dazed and breathless for his recent climax, propped himself on an elbow to claim Nienna's mouth in a sensual kiss, while his other arm wound around Boromir's shoulder and his fingers tangled in golden, damp hair, stroking the nape of his brother's neck affectionately.

Suddenly aware of his gesture, Nienna replied to Faramir's kiss hiding the way she was really feeling.

No. It wasn't right to be there. Those two didn't need her.

All of a sudden, the woman wrapped an arm around Boromir's head, matching his relentless pace, just hoping he could finish soon and return to his brother's care.

Darned beer.

It took only a few more hard thusts to send him over the edge, his whole body tensing abruptly. Faramir's grip on his neck tightened out of reflex, and the violent shudders that followed were matched with a long groan of relief, slightly muffled by Nienna's heated skin. Then he collapsed on her, panting heavily, his arms still wound around her waist and his eyes still closed.

Just then Faramir broke the kiss, locking gazes with her, and hinted a small smile.

Smiling softly in response, Nienna sighed contentedly, resting her head on his chest and enjoying th warm afterglow of that wild night. She was keenly aware that they would have gone soon, yet she was hoping they would have stayed with her just for a while. To don't let her feel even worse. For she had enjoyed the time spent with them, despite all of the fears and doubts. But she knew that now they would have considered her just a meaningless whore.

"I didn't do it as a payback for the house" she finally murmured, without looking at them.

Boromir raised his head to meet his brother's eyes at such words, frowning slightly. He'd never, not even for a moment, thought such a thing. And he knew that Faramir, who was frowning just as well, had neither.

"How can you say that?" the younger asked softly, his hand retreating from Boromir's neck in order to reach for her face, urging her to look back at him. "We've told you that you owe us nothing in return for the house.."

"I usually do not... do such things with men I barely know" she murmured, clearly ashamed and upset.

"It's the first time that... it happened to me and I thought that you could believe I was doing it just to thank you for this home. I'm not an easygoing peasant. Sometimes I'm stubborn and irresponsible but.... I'm not one who beds every man who crosses my path... D-do you believe me?"

"Absolutely." Faramir replied, smiling, while Boromir chose to reply by leaning to place a light kiss on her cheek, nuzzling against the soft skin. He climbed down then, not wanting to crush the other two with his weight, and settled at their side, looking at his brother first and then at Nienna.

And quite strangely he found himself worried, worried that he could have been too rough and actually hurt her. After all that had been her first time, in a way, and while Faramir was indeed used to his impulsiveness and hot-blooded temper, especially when it came to unmake a bed, he and Nienna in fact barely knew each other.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Just a little" she admitted softly, turning to look at him while she climbed down Faramir, settling in between the two brothers.

Concern. There was concern in his eyes, and it was the last thing she was expecting to see.

He was supposed to be the wary and passionate one, and he shouldn't have been concerned about her, for a thing like this was more likely of his kind brother.

She was sore, and probably the day after it would have been even worse, but she choose not to tell him. It was no use.

"You aren't supposed to... worry about me, you know that?" she then said, clearly amused and in a cheerful mood. "I don't know you and I don't know how do you behave in situations like this, but I believed you would have just dressed and walked away without turning back..."

"Oh no." Faramir smirked, exchanging an amused glance with his sibling, before he dragged himself up and stretched out to recover the bedcloths, been pushed and amassed messily at the bottom of the bed by the previous commotion. "Not at all.."

Then both brothers were settling the covers and snuggling closer to Nienna, their arms wrapping tightly around her. And a quite sleepy Boromir was nuzzling her neck, a small smile on his lips.

Leaning to bestow a tender kiss on his forehead, the woman stared at the older one for quite a while.

Beautiful. He was beautiful even more when he was so relaxed and peaceful. She liked him, even if she was telling herself that she would have never seen him again. A pity.

Smiling softly, she wrapped an arm around his neck, fondling him with one hand, while her other arm was wrapped around Faramir.

They fell into a peaceful sleep within mere moments, exhausted both because of the late hour and of such powerful emotions, all three hugging each other tightly. At dawn, when Faramir roused his brother, both men were careful to untangle themselves from the embrace and slip out of the bed without waking her. The last thing they needed was an unnecessary confrontation, or having to face her regret for what had happened the night before.

They got dressed just as silently and Boromir, halting on the doorframe to glance at her one last time before heading home, couldn't help but smile.