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Day 68: Peace Dividend
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mooncross gave me the prompt Faramir is so perfect... maybe you should write a drabble about Faramir's (character) flaws. He must have some.
Then, at the same time as I was looking at my list of drabble prompts today, pondering what to write, we were talking about sock!fic. So I started trying to envisage a situation in which Faramir's character flaw was connected to socks. (Yeah, I know, I'm weird.... *rolls eyes*)mooncross told me having smelly feet/socks wasn't a character flaw, while I decided the man is too uptight disciplined to leave dirty socks lying around. Anyway, I hit on this idea. mooncross tells me it still isn't a flaw - but it is sock!fic, so she's happy.
Day 68
Peace Dividend
Éowyn raised her head from the household accounts at the discreet cough. "Ah, Mistress Eilinel. I was hoping you could explain this." She tilted a ledger towards the head laundress.
'Tis Lord Faramir's orders, m'lady." The woman bobbed a nervous curtsey.
"Is it now?" Éowyn arched her eyebrows.
When she confronted Faramir that evening, he shuffled his feet like a boy caught filching pastries from the kitchen.
"You see," he reddened, "in Ithilien we would wear the same ones until they fell apart, even with darning. Putting on new socks every day helps me believe we really are at peace."
mooncross gave me the prompt Faramir is so perfect... maybe you should write a drabble about Faramir's (character) flaws. He must have some.Then, at the same time as I was looking at my list of drabble prompts today, pondering what to write, we were talking about sock!fic. So I started trying to envisage a situation in which Faramir's character flaw was connected to socks. (Yeah, I know, I'm weird.... *rolls eyes*)
mooncross told me having smelly feet/socks wasn't a character flaw, while I decided the man is too mooncross tells me it still isn't a flaw - but it is sock!fic, so she's happy.Day 68
Peace Dividend
Éowyn raised her head from the household accounts at the discreet cough. "Ah, Mistress Eilinel. I was hoping you could explain this." She tilted a ledger towards the head laundress.
'Tis Lord Faramir's orders, m'lady." The woman bobbed a nervous curtsey.
"Is it now?" Éowyn arched her eyebrows.
When she confronted Faramir that evening, he shuffled his feet like a boy caught filching pastries from the kitchen.
"You see," he reddened, "in Ithilien we would wear the same ones until they fell apart, even with darning. Putting on new socks every day helps me believe we really are at peace."
