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( Day 29: Mentor )


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( Day 17: Sharers of a secret hope )


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( Day 10: Quarantine )


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So I'm finally kicking of my month-long Tolkien daily drabble fest.

I was very sad when I realized I hadn't written any Tolkien drabbles in the past year (even if I did write a surprising number of longer stories!), so I decided to have another prompt-challenge for a month, to kick my muses into gear. I was originally hoping to do this last month, but last month was waaaay too busy. So June it is!

( Day 1: Jurisdiction )

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In response to rakshathedemon saying What will you do for your last few? More Faramir, I hope...

Day 363

Night Raid

Faramir wormed through the reeds on his stomach until he reached the edge of the river. Cautiously, he parted the fronds before his face and peered at the enemy on the far bank, visible under the faint starlight as ghostly shades against the darker trees.

He glanced to the side, alerted by a change in the way the rushes whispered. Readying his bow, he hooted three times like an owl, and rose to let fly a cascade of arrows in company with his fellows.

Before the orcs had recovered from their confusion, the Rangers had melted away into the night.

dkpalaska commented after Sparring Partners: It's not necessarily a prompt *g*, but I'd also like to know how you see this continuing and ending.

Day 355

as part of the Handy With A Sword series.

Submission

"I yield." Faramir held up his hands in surrender, and allowed Éowyn to help him to his feet. Once there, he rubbed his shoulder, grimacing. "Did you try that trick on your brother?"

"Sometimes. After he taught me." Éowyn stripped off her gauntlets and touched Faramir’s face. "You are not hurt, I hope?"

"Only a little." He caught her round the waist. "My pride is more bruised than my shoulder."

"A rematch?"

"Once we are wed, perhaps: more bruises in a bridegroom would be unseemly." He drew her closer. "But I will claim a kiss as weregeld for my injuries!"

rakshathedemon asked for Faramir meets Galadriel, or Glorfindel.

Day 350

as part of the An Elf-lord Revealed series.

The Hand Of History

Faramir stepped outside into the cooler night air to catch his breath at last after a long day of celebrating the King’s wedding. As he gazed up at the stars, he reflected that ever since Elessar had called him home, he had felt caught up in a story or legend. And now he had dined with the brother of Elros, first king of Númenor....

"May I join you?" Almost noiseless footfalls at his side.

"Of course, Lord Glorfindel." Faramir bowed. And here was one whose fate was twined with the last of Anárion’s line. Would it be unmannerly to ask...?

rakshathedemon asked for Erotica/romance between Faramir and Eowyn (yes, it's been done before, but there can always be more).

Day 347

Lighting The Fire

He steals into the dim-lit room on stockinged feet and, huddled before the banked fire, tries silently to shed belt, tunic, undershirt....

"Faramir?"

He turns at the sleepy voice. "I hoped not to wake you, love."

"I did not expect you," she yawns, "tonight."

"My ship docked at the Harlond an hour since."

She slips from the bed to join him, touches his arm."You are frozen!" She bends and rouses the fire, her slender figure outlined against the leaping light.

Faramir, feeling a sudden heat, slips an arm around Éowyn’s waist and draws her, shivering, against him. "Warm me?"

As I'm planning to observe the Content Strike tomorrow, I'm posting tomorrow's drabble a little early.

Also, I've started doing something about moving away from LJ. I've been uncomfortable with how LJ is being run ever since Strikethrough, and every incident since has made me less happy about being here. I'll admit nearing the end of posting my year of daily drabbles makes it easier to move after this kerfuffle, although my other big reason for not moving - which is the great community of people posting here - hasn't gone away. Still thinking about how best to deal with that. Anyway, I now have an Insane Journal account where I've transferred all but the last couple of posts from this LJ and my SGA one. Feel free to friend me over there and I'll friend you back. *g*

And on to the drabble. In honour of the work allie_meril has done in promoting the strike and helping keep me informed about other developments with LJ, I chose one of her prompts: How about something on those three Ruling Queens of Numenor? Too bad the three queens were all famed for their bad qualities: Ancalime was too proud (I think), Telperien was a harsh queen who refused to marry or something like that, and Vanimelde was a silly twit who loved music and dancing better than ruling. Also another nod to rakshathedemon's request for Faramir interacting with a daughter or grand-daughter.

Day 340

A Question of Character

"Father?"

"Yes, Silmarien?" Faramir, glancing up from his book, noted the frown on his daughter’s face as she perused hers.

"Did you marry Mother because you thought all Númenórean ladies silly?"

Stunned, he stuttered, "I–. No. Of course not. But why–?"

Silmarien tipped her book up. "The Ruling Queens of Númenor were very silly. Horrible to their husbands, or refusing to marry, or thinking of nothing but pleasure. You would not have wanted to marry someone like that."

"Quite." Faramir smiled. "Although I knew several sensible and kind Gondorian ladies I might have married. But your mother... she was special."

Fluff. Because sometimes fluff is good. *g*

Day 338

as part of the Handy With A Sword series.

Exercised

The air was still chilly when Faramir stepped outside. He followed a splurge of noise to a water-meadow stretching between the pavilions and the river, where knights of Rohan and lords of Gondor, come to attend his wedding, were sparring good-naturedly.

His uncle and soon-to-be-brother stood watching the matches with a critical eye.

"Seeking a bout, nephew?"

"Aye, if any will partner me."

From behind him, a familiar voice challenged, "I will spar with you, lord."

Éomer laughed at Faramir’s surprise. "If you have not already had the honour, Prince, I can assure you my sister is a formidable opponent."