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eldritchhobbit gave me a paid LJ account as an early birthday present! So now I can have up to 15 icons!! *revels in the joy*
Here's the latest of the Éowyn/Faramir snippets.
Day Two: Acquiescence
Éowyn stood, staring down on the field where she should have perished. Others now lay dying, and she, like a wounded bird in a gilded cage, could only watch, helpless.
She cursed fate.
“Lady Éowyn?” fate replied in the gently commanding voice of Steward Faramir.
He was still her sole hope to be able to descend from these heights, to take up her arms again; to be set free.
“I am here,” she answered.
eldritchhobbit gave me a paid LJ account as an early birthday present! So now I can have up to 15 icons!! *revels in the joy*Here's the latest of the Éowyn/Faramir snippets.
Day Two: Acquiescence
Éowyn stood, staring down on the field where she should have perished. Others now lay dying, and she, like a wounded bird in a gilded cage, could only watch, helpless.
She cursed fate.
“Lady Éowyn?” fate replied in the gently commanding voice of Steward Faramir.
He was still her sole hope to be able to descend from these heights, to take up her arms again; to be set free.
“I am here,” she answered.
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Date: 2005-01-12 12:41 am (UTC)like the drabbles even though i haven't said.
your bday is soon and i haven't sent a card yet.
[*is bad friend*]
[*irons ears*]
have to get back to work. promise to be more attentive.
Excuse me?
Date: 2005-01-12 05:43 am (UTC)Who neglected to send a Christmas card to either of your holidaying locales?
*raises hand*
Who did envelope art for a letter, yet to be writ?
*raises hand*
Forget it. I need to be more attentive to you, dear heart. This month will not be over before I send you a long, juicy letter (and potentially another Ron/Draco story- yes, you read that right; I began it while my stepdad was on my futon writing an email to my grandmother this morning; that's what happens when you can't sleep at night and the plotlines come to you fast and furious and... well... don't let you sleep).
I'm just so glad that you're back to NZ safely.
No ear ironing, please. *shudders*
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-12 05:45 am (UTC)Only wish I could say it in person. Oh, and smother you in hugs.
*sniff*
Will you be in town more often now that you're teaching, or are you out in Cool Springs?