And for my Tolkien fanfic friends...
Jan. 25th, 2005 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrne... Faramir's POV of day three of meeting. These are so compelling to write. Glad you're enjoying them, albeit in as piecemeal of a fashion as they come to me. :P
Day Three: Fraternity
Faramir tried to bring a gleam to Éowyn’s eye by addressing the differences in tack between horses of Gondor and Rohan. After a stifling polite and brief discussion, he recognized his futility. Silence enshrouded them, a well-worn garment that he was tired of wearing.
He had led her to a lower level of the City where quiet brooded in windows abandoned by their inhabitants. Faramir was thoughtful by nature - perhaps to a fault - but now, near the end of all things, he wished almost to jabber away. Though, of course, he did not.
The inside of his cheek knew that price well.
Éowyn stood straight, birch-like, eyeing an archway before them. With her good arm she fingered a talisman, soldered to a chain.
“Have you kin?” The words escaped his lips, triumphant on the air.
She turned and examined him, the resolute granite eyes keeping her secrets.
“A brother,” she said simply, though Faramir sensed the world of regret behind it. “And you, my lord?”
“A brother,” he echoed as they sat on a nearby broken bench. “I did have.”
“Older?” She twisted at the bit of gold at her neck.
“He was.”
She nodded. “Did he die in battle? For that’s worthy of pride indeed.”
Faramir bit at his tongue before seeing a telltale blush of shame creep at her throat.
“Forgive me, Steward.” Éowyn stared at her feet. “I know neither you nor your kind well. I must seem like an untamed, brutish creature.”
Through his heart’s pain of recollecting Boromir and the shock at her frankness, Faramir gently placed a hand on her knee. “He did, though to this day I wish it were I who had gone in his stead.”
Éowyn turned and stared. Faramir saw the shock of recognition unhinge her shuttered composure. “For love of brother, uncle and leige, I lied, I feigned manhood, and I deserted my kingdom,” she said harshly. “Who kept you caged?”
Faramir debated a diplomatic answer before his teeth ground on the bitter truth. “My father, whose hope was never set on me.”
“One more shadow we share, then.” A wry, melancholy smile tendered across Éowyn’s lips. “We stand ever behind our brothers.”
He could think of no reply.
Day Three: Fraternity
Faramir tried to bring a gleam to Éowyn’s eye by addressing the differences in tack between horses of Gondor and Rohan. After a stifling polite and brief discussion, he recognized his futility. Silence enshrouded them, a well-worn garment that he was tired of wearing.
He had led her to a lower level of the City where quiet brooded in windows abandoned by their inhabitants. Faramir was thoughtful by nature - perhaps to a fault - but now, near the end of all things, he wished almost to jabber away. Though, of course, he did not.
The inside of his cheek knew that price well.
Éowyn stood straight, birch-like, eyeing an archway before them. With her good arm she fingered a talisman, soldered to a chain.
“Have you kin?” The words escaped his lips, triumphant on the air.
She turned and examined him, the resolute granite eyes keeping her secrets.
“A brother,” she said simply, though Faramir sensed the world of regret behind it. “And you, my lord?”
“A brother,” he echoed as they sat on a nearby broken bench. “I did have.”
“Older?” She twisted at the bit of gold at her neck.
“He was.”
She nodded. “Did he die in battle? For that’s worthy of pride indeed.”
Faramir bit at his tongue before seeing a telltale blush of shame creep at her throat.
“Forgive me, Steward.” Éowyn stared at her feet. “I know neither you nor your kind well. I must seem like an untamed, brutish creature.”
Through his heart’s pain of recollecting Boromir and the shock at her frankness, Faramir gently placed a hand on her knee. “He did, though to this day I wish it were I who had gone in his stead.”
Éowyn turned and stared. Faramir saw the shock of recognition unhinge her shuttered composure. “For love of brother, uncle and leige, I lied, I feigned manhood, and I deserted my kingdom,” she said harshly. “Who kept you caged?”
Faramir debated a diplomatic answer before his teeth ground on the bitter truth. “My father, whose hope was never set on me.”
“One more shadow we share, then.” A wry, melancholy smile tendered across Éowyn’s lips. “We stand ever behind our brothers.”
He could think of no reply.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 12:52 am (UTC)Yeowch!
Keep going, keep going... :-)
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 03:02 pm (UTC)*grin*
Yeah, well, I reckon she's still a bit bitter. ;)
Keep going, keep going... :-)
I'm so glad you're enjoying these, since you were the one who caused me to fall in love with Eowyn/Faramir. They'll get progressively longer as they get to know each other, though it's going to be hard to write broken!Eowyn. I do so prefer rebellious.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 02:58 am (UTC)i think you do an excellent job with eowyn. she is v. true to character. it makes me want to slap her and hustle faramir off somewhere quiet. [*smirk*] oh well, i guess she is softening down a bit, and i do want him to be happy and he does want her, so...
do we get faramir!smut in the end? {*grin*]
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 03:04 pm (UTC)Hee! Well, after spending 7 months writing "Daughters of Orome," much of it in Eowyn's head, I do feel as though I can feel both for her predicament and her resignation. I'm with you about Faramir, though.
do we get faramir!smut in the end? {*grin*]
Faramir smut... hadn't thought about it, but I certainly could. There coud be an optional one-beyond drabble for adults. :)
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-27 01:09 am (UTC)oh please? pretty please with sugar on top? [*tries to look exceedingly charming*] i mean come on, eowyn must be a tiger in bed.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 10:39 am (UTC)Sorry I haven't been too vocal about them. You call them "piecemeal" but I think they're fantastic little gems, and I'm so glad Lauren (was it Lauren?) gave you the nudge when she asked for E/F. Perfection. :-D
Are you planning to put them all together when you're done? Or will they be more like your Hours story?
(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 03:07 pm (UTC)No, I didn't know, but that makes me feel all cozy inside. :)
I think I will compile them all, though I don't know if the alternating POV thing is getting tedious. Let's just wait and see if I can actually write them all and then I'll figure out a pleasing schematic for my intimate readership. ((hugs))
p.s. saw that you finished Oisin, and you know that I'm going to print it out and go sit in the woods and read it all the way through before reporting back, because that seems the only way to do you and it justice. 'kay?