#GOD BLESS SLIDING IN RIGHT UNDER THE WIRE IT IS 7:45 ON NYE

[rarepairnation]

with every seed you sow, let it wash away, wash away on ao3: in which an elf and a prince of gondor speak of grief and death and the sea, and life and song and brothers.

for @lotr20​ day 1: memory/history/home

Words: 3975, Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Faramir & Legolas Greenleaf, Éowyn & Faramir & Legolas Greenleaf, Éowyn/Faramir (Tolkien) Characters: Faramir (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Éowyn (Tolkien) Additional Tags: boromir is not present but he is HAUNTING the narrative, Character Study, Relationship Study, Friendship, Sea-longing (Tolkien), Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Gardens & Gardening, faramir can and will read your mind and the author will not let you forget it, a fic that is about death and also about life in its wake, gardening as a metaphor for healing Summary: “It is a gift, Master Elf,” says Faramir with a sad, sad smile, “to have the chance to choose the day of your death. Though I can only imagine it is a bitter one.” Legolas opens his mouth, then closes it. In Faramir's smile glitters the barest glint of mirth. “It is death, is it not? Of a kind. A journey to a realm you do not know, and behind your ship, one to which you can never return.”