A/N: *cricks her fingers* here we go, baby. I'd actually re-written this ficlet, and I hope this one'll turn out for the better.
A/N: Right, how the heck does this fic work? I have a specific title to each chapter that is of a certain villain-ish element, and each chapter will revolve around a character from LOTR. I've written this fic to be unique and darkly sarcastic in a way, 'coz basically I'm bringing out the evil side of the characters of LOTR, and mostly from the good guys. I hope I'm not confusing you but don't fret, it isn't as hair-pullingly complex as it really is. You'll see later.
A/N: on another note, I'll sometimes be abusing or playing around the characters' mind and attributes, and they're deliberate so please don't take it too seriously. I'm just a bored girl who writes fanfics for her alter life. So if you suddenly see a chapter where Pippin is not particularly hungry or when Legolas isn't that gorgeous, don't start flaming. I don't do it to piss people off. So just try to read my little ficlet, enjoy, and *COUGH*review*COUGH*. :D
Rated for foul language, and possible mild slash/fluff in upcoming chapters. FaramirXÉowyn, AragornXÉowyn.
Disclaimer: May hell rise if I owned these characters.
Summary: Element 1: Fury – and its outcome? Sheer stupidity. Aragorn is wavering an ambush for Faramir. His choices: bow and arrow, blind guts, and common rock.
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Element 1: FurySomehow, for some absurd reason oblivious to Aragorn, Faramir was always around her. God, how that pissed him off. Yeah, sure they were getting hitched and all but cut the guy some slack. Aragorn still loved Éowyn nonetheless.
There they are, fingers entwined in eachothers' hands as they contentedly stroll down the garden path. Ah, untainted affection; blissful as two, pure white doves in love.
"Dove my ass. I'll roast that daft pheasant alright, slow and painful, in the fumes of Mordor if that's what it takes to get him off of her." Really, he didn't know what Éowyn saw in Faramir.
Aragorn was still hidden from their sight; hidden behind one of the thick barks of the garden. "Eeurgh, now he's hugging her." True enough, Faramir was embracing the White Lady from behind, nuzzling her neck while hauling her close to him. Whenever he'd do that, Éowyn would turn to look at him over her shoulder, and give him the look. Ah, damn the look. If there was anything that annoyed Aragorn more was the look. She would bite her lip, and bore this god-forbidden smirk on her face while her deep eyes would glint. Some would say her face captured the benevolence of an archangel, but hell all Aragorn knew was that she would look a drop-dead gorgeous sexy bombshell. Her usually cold eyes would seem to soften and she would have this adorable mischievousness that can supercede the looks of all the up-to-no-good puppies in the world.
"Hell, that girl's got more sex appeal in one eyeball than I can handle."
Gah, damn the bastard. All he wanted was a peaceful smoke outside and now he sees this. Never in his wildest nightmares would he intend to see them all over eachother in front of his own eyes. Pushing back the waves of his dark hair from marring his eyes, Aragorn heaves out a long, heavy, infuriating sigh. His eyebrows purse in envy and disgust as he sees Éowyn leaning in to the scoundrel for a kiss. "That is it," he cursed under his breath. Aragorn was at the peak of his fury and he couldn't just stand there and do nothing, helplessly watching the woman he loves in the hands of that lowlife halfwit. He just had to do something. Anything. He wouldn't mind murder, and could actually ready an arrow and aim it true to Faramir's heart. Ah, yes, but it was too risky in Éowyn's defense. She was hugging him, after all. For all Aragorn cared he could simply march out there and put an end to their fooling around, plain and simple. But then again Éowyn wouldn't be able to bear even the slightest sight of him after getting embarrassed like that. Aragorn let out another long sigh and hung his head.
Now, looking down at his feet he saw a little pebble. Hell he could actually just throw that at Faramir and run. And he's actually contemplating the move. Anyone knew it wasn't the most masculine thing to do but hey, who said anything about upholding honour or being virile while trying to hurt the guy the woman of your dreams is flirting around with? He wavered his thoughts on the little rock that was set near his foot. He could fling it and run unnoticed. They'd never know who did it.
To throw or not to throw. The thought haunted him for what had seemed for hours.
"Fuck, now I need a smoke more than ever."
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