Title: Undertones
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Pairing: Mild Faramir/Frodo
Genre: General, Humor
Rating: PG just to be safe
Summary: On the way to Osgiliath, an insecure Faramir muses about Frodo based on his scent, and then accidentally-on-purpose compliments and criticizes him. But Frodo doesn't seem to mind. Unrequited Faramir/Frodo. Drabble. Can you fight the WAFF?
Disclaimer: I do not own Faramir, Frodo, Boromir, Denethor, or Sam. But I can dream… ;)
Foreword: So I wrote this up a long, long time ago. Like, when The Two Towers was out in theaters, and I was replaying everything I had seen in my head and squealing at the idea of Faramir wooing Frodo. I know; I'm late. :( But I just came out of my lurkdom of stalking this site for nearly ten years and created an account.
Frodo smells like flowers. Lavender to be specific.
Not that Faramir is at all concerned about the way Frodo smells when the Hobbit is in close proximity to him. Because Faramir, the robust Captain of Gondor, does not care about flowers, does not wander about through the wilderness and look at and smell those meaningless little things that sprout up out of the ground. (At least, not anymore.) Faramir is convinced by how his father treated Boromir that, as a Man, he should be virile in appearance and nonchalant in speech and intrepid in battle and a plethora of many other things that do not relate to music and art and sincerity and compassion; Boromir once suggested that that is what women are for. Along with bearing children.
So when Frodo passes by him during a brief resting period on the way to Osgiliath, Faramir furtively inhales his scent and secretly admires the fact that Frodo is much smaller and more delicate than he has ever been – feminine in Faramir's somber gray eyes – and then wonders exasperatedly where those thoughts came from.
"Frodo." The name sounds strange coming from his lips because Faramir is used to calling him, "Halfling," and as soon as Frodo turns around and faces him inquisitively with his big blue eyes, Faramir forgets why he even called his name. (Was it just to see what the name sounded like coming from his lips?) Faramir stands still for a moment, and then opens and closes his mouth, trying his best to recall what he was going to say, or if he ever had anything to say at all.
And Frodo, who is incredibly polite, stands still and patiently waits for him to say something.
"I…" And then Faramir realizes that he is about to stutter something that will not make any sense in order to cover up the fact that he has nothing to say. He refuses to glance away because that would make him appear weak when he is supposed to have an urge to emasculate everyone around him as a Captain and a Man (as indirectly hinted by Denethor himself). So he settles for saying, "You smell like flowers." And he means to say it in a criticizing way and not in a you're-not-my-type-but-I-like-you-anyway tone, so that no one can hear the underlying compliment in the seemingly derogatory statement.
And Frodo, who is naive and kind and just so sincere, smiles up at him and makes the dry ice around Faramir's insecure heart melt; "Thank you, Faramir!" He says, his eyes bright, and promptly turns away to continue approaching Sam.
Faramir watches him, then looks away when he sees one of his men staring at him.
Finis.
Afterword: D'awww. It's a shame this pairing is so underappreciated. Anyway, feel free to review. ...In fact, feel compelled to! *Takes out hypnotizing device* Muhahahaha! :D
-Jessica