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08 March 2014 | 2456 words | Work in Progress
Pairing(s): Faramir & Unknown / Surprise Characters
Warnings: dubious content
This story is made up of a series of short fragments, which I'll post one at a time
in a shameless ploy to buy myself a little more time for dramatic effect;).
It was a glorious Autumn’s day, with the low-set sun shining through the leaves that had just begun to turn every colour between green, yellow, red and brown. The ground was wet and mud was flying up behind the riders, but Faramir didn’t care.
Faramir revelled in being outdoors again, feeling the wind in his hair, experiencing the freedom he always felt on horseback, and perhaps most of all, feeling the sun’s rays on his face. The past weeks had been cold, dark and wet, and even though he’d hardly set foot outside, the weather always affected him. Even at his usually bright and sunny spot by his study’s window, he had needed the aid of a lamp morning, noon and night. And the draft and damp could be felt everywhere in the citadel, despite of the thick walls.
He hadn’t expected he’d have the opportunity to go out to Ithilien again so soon. When he’d pulled aside the curtains in his bedchamber that morning and saw sunshine instead of clouds for the first time in weeks, he had felt a sudden yearning for his old life, out in the wilds of Ithilien. But that life was over now, he had told himself. Today would be another day spent at his desk, bent over proposals, minutes, records and reports – thus was the life of the Steward of Gondor. He had sighed, but then quickly berated himself: compared to the sacrifices others had made in the war, how could he complain?
Though when the queen’s brothers and Prince Legolas had come to his study, unannounced and quite unexpected, and asked him to act as their guide and introduce them to Ithilien that very afternoon, he had jumped at the opportunity, records and reports quickly forgotten. He could see to those when he returned, he decided. He’d happily work throughout the night if necessary, for a chance to visit Ithilien. Besides, he could hardly refuse the request of such high guest of Gondor, now could he?
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