Two Faramir moments and an Aragorn one
Dec. 7th, 2004 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaquiljall*Tanaqui tries to shove Aragorn!muse back at Gwynnyd, since she'd much rather see Gwynnyd complete her story, and goes in search of her own lost FaramirSmut!muse*
Elana wanted to see our favorite characters being tempted by the Ring.
Wise enough
The armies of the Enemy flee before him; his father hails him as the saviour of Gondor, embracing him warmly in front of the people.
He moves among happy families celebrating harvest home: barns and byres filled with the bounty of the wide, well-tilled acres of Ithilien.
He kneels to give fealty, under a white-blossomed tree, while ambassadors from Harad and Rhûn, Khand and Dunland watch.
Only make a simple thrust or two with his sword....
No!
Would he save what he held most dear if nothing would grow fair or bear fruit or flower again without the Enemy’s taint?
***
Lariren-Shadow wanted a drabble about Faramir and Éowyn. This was inspired by a very nice drabble written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annmarwalk
Happy ever after
“Tell me how the beautiful princess killed the wicked Witch-king,” Elboron begged.
“Very well,” his father laughed and settled his sleepy son against him. “Once there was a beautiful but sad maiden,” he began. He paused and looked up as a shadow fell across them.
“That old tale!” his wife said, sitting on the end of their son’s bed. “It is time I told you a new one.”
Elboron’s drooping eyes opened wide with surprise. Father was the one who told stories, not mother.
“Let me tell you about the handsome prince who defied the Witch-king and saved his land....”
***
LKK wanted Elladan and Elrohir. This was also inspired by the same drabble byannmarwalk
Brotherly love
I pause, recognising trouble. I have learnt since I was last in Imladris that it can be found in the corridors of great houses as much as in mountains or woods or on borderlands.
Elrohir uncurls himself from a stone bench; Elladan pushes himself away from the pillar where he has been leaning.
“So, this is what our little sister has chosen,” Elrohir says to Elladan.
“Three thousand years and then this,” Elladan agrees. I cannot tell if the disgust in their voices is real or feigned.
Then they laugh. “She could not have chosen a better Man,” they chorus.
Elana wanted to see our favorite characters being tempted by the Ring.
Wise enough
The armies of the Enemy flee before him; his father hails him as the saviour of Gondor, embracing him warmly in front of the people.
He moves among happy families celebrating harvest home: barns and byres filled with the bounty of the wide, well-tilled acres of Ithilien.
He kneels to give fealty, under a white-blossomed tree, while ambassadors from Harad and Rhûn, Khand and Dunland watch.
Only make a simple thrust or two with his sword....
No!
Would he save what he held most dear if nothing would grow fair or bear fruit or flower again without the Enemy’s taint?
***
Lariren-Shadow wanted a drabble about Faramir and Éowyn. This was inspired by a very nice drabble written by
annmarwalkHappy ever after
“Tell me how the beautiful princess killed the wicked Witch-king,” Elboron begged.
“Very well,” his father laughed and settled his sleepy son against him. “Once there was a beautiful but sad maiden,” he began. He paused and looked up as a shadow fell across them.
“That old tale!” his wife said, sitting on the end of their son’s bed. “It is time I told you a new one.”
Elboron’s drooping eyes opened wide with surprise. Father was the one who told stories, not mother.
“Let me tell you about the handsome prince who defied the Witch-king and saved his land....”
***
LKK wanted Elladan and Elrohir. This was also inspired by the same drabble by
annmarwalkBrotherly love
I pause, recognising trouble. I have learnt since I was last in Imladris that it can be found in the corridors of great houses as much as in mountains or woods or on borderlands.
Elrohir uncurls himself from a stone bench; Elladan pushes himself away from the pillar where he has been leaning.
“So, this is what our little sister has chosen,” Elrohir says to Elladan.
“Three thousand years and then this,” Elladan agrees. I cannot tell if the disgust in their voices is real or feigned.
Then they laugh. “She could not have chosen a better Man,” they chorus.
