-/Pains in the Heart-
I don't own the characters, just the plot. However, I do have virtual voodoo dolls with which I do unrepeatable things muhuhahaha! Note: this chap is really short.
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---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
Faramir's hand was still shaking when the echoes died away. He lifted his sword and looked along it. Little over two months ago, it had been drenched in Orc-blood, and Faramir had been subject to his father's wrath, and Boromir - Boromir had still been alive.
The pain had been blocked out for too long now. Faramir dropped onto his bed and put his head in his hands, and he thought of all that had befallen him: Boromir's death, and his father's death; Éowyn's rejection and Aragorn's return. After a moment, he lifted his head for a blurry view of the sword. It had not tasted blood in some time...
---- Minas Tirith: Éowyn's Chambers ----
Creeping back into bed, Éowyn wept with relief. He had never wanted to hurt her at all. It was all the doing of that Elf-witch... she was, after all, kin of the Sorceress of Dwimordene.
She could not yet bring herself to contemplate what might have been, for it was too painful. She needed a distraction. She almost yearned...
---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
...for the taste of blood upon his sword, and Faramir surprised himself in thinking it. He had never delighted in warfare, and wished now for his brother's demeanour: to take joy in battle and care not for a woman's touch. Faramir felt the need for such an attitude, for he ached for an escape, something to free his mind. He wanted to destroy, purge, avenge his anguish on something inert.
And the rage sparked, seeping across his brain. He had gone for his sword the first time. How could anyone even consider gambling their chance with her? He wanted the blood of the one who had...
---- Minas Tirith: Éowyn's Chambers ----
...so nearly betrayed her. Perhaps she was overreacting – she had been crying after all, and Aragorn could not stand by while a woman wept - but Arwen could make Aragorn betray her. Yet Aragorn could make her free. He could save her from loneliness, and would welcome company more than-
Éowyn shook herself. Why was she comparing them? She loved Aragorn. Loved him more than anyone alive. More than-
Stop! she thought. She had turned from him in the Houses of Healing; she would follow her heart, and would not be persuaded by a puppy-dog glance in the crowd. No. She would be the Queen, and counted among the great of Gondor and...
---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
... and she would go down in history as the most valiant woman who ever lived. Faramir wanted her by his side, but that would mean stealing her from Aragorn, which was impossible. And with a tinge of bitterness, Faramir resigned himself to the fact that the King Elessar...
---- Minas Tirith: Éowyn's Chambers ----
... he would go down in history as the greatest man to live since the Elder Days; no Ranger of Ithilien could compete with that...
No man could.
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I don't own the characters, just the plot. However, I do have virtual voodoo dolls with which I do unrepeatable things muhuhahaha! Note: this chap is really short.
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---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
Faramir's hand was still shaking when the echoes died away. He lifted his sword and looked along it. Little over two months ago, it had been drenched in Orc-blood, and Faramir had been subject to his father's wrath, and Boromir - Boromir had still been alive.
The pain had been blocked out for too long now. Faramir dropped onto his bed and put his head in his hands, and he thought of all that had befallen him: Boromir's death, and his father's death; Éowyn's rejection and Aragorn's return. After a moment, he lifted his head for a blurry view of the sword. It had not tasted blood in some time...
---- Minas Tirith: Éowyn's Chambers ----
Creeping back into bed, Éowyn wept with relief. He had never wanted to hurt her at all. It was all the doing of that Elf-witch... she was, after all, kin of the Sorceress of Dwimordene.
She could not yet bring herself to contemplate what might have been, for it was too painful. She needed a distraction. She almost yearned...
---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
...for the taste of blood upon his sword, and Faramir surprised himself in thinking it. He had never delighted in warfare, and wished now for his brother's demeanour: to take joy in battle and care not for a woman's touch. Faramir felt the need for such an attitude, for he ached for an escape, something to free his mind. He wanted to destroy, purge, avenge his anguish on something inert.
And the rage sparked, seeping across his brain. He had gone for his sword the first time. How could anyone even consider gambling their chance with her? He wanted the blood of the one who had...
---- Minas Tirith: Éowyn's Chambers ----
...so nearly betrayed her. Perhaps she was overreacting – she had been crying after all, and Aragorn could not stand by while a woman wept - but Arwen could make Aragorn betray her. Yet Aragorn could make her free. He could save her from loneliness, and would welcome company more than-
Éowyn shook herself. Why was she comparing them? She loved Aragorn. Loved him more than anyone alive. More than-
Stop! she thought. She had turned from him in the Houses of Healing; she would follow her heart, and would not be persuaded by a puppy-dog glance in the crowd. No. She would be the Queen, and counted among the great of Gondor and...
---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
... and she would go down in history as the most valiant woman who ever lived. Faramir wanted her by his side, but that would mean stealing her from Aragorn, which was impossible. And with a tinge of bitterness, Faramir resigned himself to the fact that the King Elessar...
---- Minas Tirith: Éowyn's Chambers ----
... he would go down in history as the greatest man to live since the Elder Days; no Ranger of Ithilien could compete with that...
No man could.
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