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Written by Surreysmum

21 February 2011 | 7582 words

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Day 7

We had a visitor today – Legolas. Not an unusual visitor, for he spends a lot of time with the small colony of Elves in this domain, and often drops by to say hello. He likes the open fields and forests around our palace, while I think he finds the stone walls of Minas Tirith more than a little oppressive. Indeed, what the attraction of that castle can be to him, I do not know. No, that’s not true – I have my suspicions, but it’s none of my business. Nor is it at all appropriate for me to get so hot under the collar when I think about it. So I think I’ll just leave that line of thought severely alone.

I like Legolas – I really do. It’s maybe a bit disconcerting how he sometimes withdraws completely into himself, but most of the time he’s very pleasant company and a most entertaining dinner guest. He has a bottomless supply of truly filthy jokes which he delivers with a straight face and an air of innocence that has to be seen to be believed. Wynnie and I both howl with laughter when he does that, for neither of us is a prude. And then he raises his eyebrows, gives us a quick wink and a grin, and goes on with the conversation. Oh, he’s a charmer, all right. But more than that, he’s completely devoted to Aragorn, and that of course is the best recommendation for anybody in our eyes.

When he arrived this morning, and said he wouldn’t be leaving for Minas Tirith till later in the day, I took the opportunity to pop off to my study and make a few notes. That way I was ready to catch him on his way out.

“Would you do me the favour of passing these on to Orodreth?” I asked him then. “ I just scribbled down a couple of the things he’ll need to see to at the Rohan conference.”

Legolas took my parcel and looked at it – all right, it was more than just a couple of things; it was eleven full-size foolscap sheets densely written. But I had only had time to cover the basics – it really should have been much more. “Sit down with me for a minute, Faramir?” he asked courteously, so I took a seat beside him on the garden wall that faces west to Minas Tirith. On a clear day you can just see the white turrets.

“Are you not going to be at the conference, then?” He sounded concerned.

I shook my head. “Éowyn will be there, of course,” I said. “She wouldn’t pass up the chance to see her brother, and her Rohirrim friends. She’ll represent the house of Emyn Arnen splendidly.”

Legolas shook his head, and put a hand on my arm to get my attention. “Aragorn will be very disappointed,” he said. “Will you not reconsider?” When I hesitated, he added, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to go awry at such an important event. After all, Orodreth, though a good man, is still very young, and he may not be expecting to have to deal with all of this himself…”

Well, of course, by this point I felt like a complete fool. I was acting like a baby; I had duties to perform, and just because I was feeling a little embarrassed and confused was no reason to let Orodreth bear the brunt of things all at once.

“Thank you, Legolas,” I said, and meant it. “You are quite right. Tell them… tell Orodreth I will be there by noontime tomorrow. In the meantime, he could get started on at least the things on the first two pages.”

Legolas smiled. “Tomorrow you might want to bring along those other notes you were writing for Aragorn (or so he told me),” he added.

I shot him a sharp look, and he must have seen my alarm, for he said immediately, “I know nothing more about it than that, Faramir. I only mention it because it seemed to be quite important to him when he referred to it in passing.”

I can never tell from his face whether Legolas is concealing something or not. In this case, I most sincerely do not want to know. Regardless, I am in his debt for reminding me that I must face up to Aragorn at least once. I bowed to him (why Elves can’t shake hands like ordinary folk, I’ll never know) and wished him good speed.

And then I sat there on that garden wall and thought. And thought. A little to my surprise, Wynnie never came to interrupt me, though I was out there for hours. And at the end of those hours, I had two certainties to deal with. The first is that if Aragorn were to ask me to go to his bed, I would, without hesitation. And the second is that he will never ask. He cares for me too much. We are no longer young men, and valour and passion are no longer our only guiding principles. He knows that there is much more to lose now, and much more to regret. And yet…

I have made my decision. Now I must go and find Wynnie and discuss some practical details with her.

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6 Comment(s)

I liked this one. Things like this can get a bit sappy, but this was written in a way people really think, at least my own thoughts tend to phrase themselves similarly. Thanks!

— Mandy    Monday 27 November 2006, 0:46    #

Thank you, Mandy! I consciously decided against “Tolkienesque” language in favour of the more informal tone of a diary for this one – glad it worked for you!

— Surreysmum    Monday 27 November 2006, 1:14    #

I really, really enjoyed this! I loved the subtle will they, won’t they between Faramir and Aragorn throughout, and even though Faramir’s decision at the end was a little bittersweet, it made sense in this universe and I really liked that. I’m not so much a slash-fan as I am a fan of good, believable writing and this was certainly a joy to read, it flowed so well, like Mandy I really liked the informal tone- it sets up the idea of the diary very well indeed. Seeing Aragorn and Eowyn’s points of view at the end was a very nice touch as well (I loved the line ‘I’ll Wynnie him…‘ ,ha!) Well done and thank you for sharing such a lovely and well written story! :)

Eora    Monday 28 February 2011, 20:42    #

It pleases me very much that you enjoyed it, Eora!

— surreysmum    Monday 28 February 2011, 21:43    #

I like it. Not too sweet, definitely not whining. A good start.

— alcardilme    Wednesday 2 March 2011, 4:41    #

Thank you!

— surreysmum    Wednesday 2 March 2011, 15:15    #

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