More new fic
Jan. 7th, 2005 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneHave decided to go wild with the drabble-to-story idea, thanks for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twilights_abode's suggestion. Not that I've forgotten yours, edeainfj, for whom my Eowyn/Aragorn story languishes in the fic graveyard; sparse, adjective-heavy, and potentially hawt.
Grrr.
Day One: Dutiful
The first time he met Éowyn, he was astonished by her beauty. Though still crippled by his injuries, he felt stronger simply by seeing her, despite the stoniness in her grey eyes. She was obviously very displeased.
'Shadow lies on me still,' she'd said. She then scattered a few pretty sentences, like pearls before swine, as she left.
She’d wanted freedom, and it was not within his power to grant it.
His knuckles turned white, grasping at the stone walls of Minas Tirith as he stared at Mordor. Mordor was his keeper, his ruler, and oddly enough, his guide.
Nightmare was the only word that came to Faramir's mind as he massaged his chest.
twilights_abode's suggestion. Not that I've forgotten yours, edeainfj, for whom my Eowyn/Aragorn story languishes in the fic graveyard; sparse, adjective-heavy, and potentially hawt.Grrr.
Day One: Dutiful
The first time he met Éowyn, he was astonished by her beauty. Though still crippled by his injuries, he felt stronger simply by seeing her, despite the stoniness in her grey eyes. She was obviously very displeased.
'Shadow lies on me still,' she'd said. She then scattered a few pretty sentences, like pearls before swine, as she left.
She’d wanted freedom, and it was not within his power to grant it.
His knuckles turned white, grasping at the stone walls of Minas Tirith as he stared at Mordor. Mordor was his keeper, his ruler, and oddly enough, his guide.
Nightmare was the only word that came to Faramir's mind as he massaged his chest.