#ch: faramir of gondor

[annab99awritersdream]

Faralas Family

Not my best edit, but I'm so glad I managed to edit the whole family. Yes, I edited two pictures separately and then joined them together. Too many people.

L-R=> Faramir, Elenna "Enna", Faelivrin "Fae", Elboron, Eradan & Finduilas.

David Wenham as Faramir

Synnøve Karlsen as Elenna (Enna)

Alicia Agneson as teenage Faelivrin (Fae)

Toby Regbo as Elboron

Henry Proctor as Eradan

Laura Berlin as Finduilas

[torchwood-99]

Eowyn and Faramir's House in Emyn Arnen

[As] the Prince of Ithilien [Faramir] dwelt in a fair new house in the Hills of Emyn Arnen, whose gardens devised by the Elf Legolas were renowned. The Peoples of Middle-Earth, HoME Vol 12, Part 1, Ch 7, The Heirs of Elendil: The Stewards of Gondor

Mr. Meriadoc... has visited the Lady Éowyn in her white house. Sauron Defeated - The End of the Third Age, HoME Vol 9, Ch 11, The Epilogue

Endlessly daydreaming about Eowyn and Faramir's home in Emyn Arnen. We know it's new, it's in the hills, it's white and it's fair.

I love that it's in the hills, if only because I live surrounded by hills and I think they're gorgeous, so it sounds an idyllic spot.

The fact that it is new is very satisfying, as Eowyn and Faramir are two characters who I think feel very crushed by the expectations of tradition and the pressures put on them by the former generations. Emyn Arnen was once the seat of Faramir's family, but this was many years ago, so there is still a tie to tradition, but it is not dominated by it.

The house is new, a new house in a new(ly inhabited) land. For Eowyn especially, who lived in such fear of a cage, a house built newly, to hers and Faramir's preferences, gives a sense of control to her environment, and a promise of a fresh start.

The focus on nature, the gardens created by Legolas, its situation on the hills, also suggest a strong sense of living among nature, in a location brimming with life and opportunity, the opposite of Eowyn's former position of being stuck in a cage, her life going to waste.

The final point, the presence of Legolas and Merry in their lives (and Pippin, although not mentioned here) also shows that the two of them have friendships and acquaintances beyond their domestic sphere. For Eowyn especially, who has been so isolated, who has been cut off from the warrior bonds that were enjoyed by her brother, her continuing friendship with Merry is particularly heartening.

[dalleyan]

Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Adventures of Theodred, Son of Eomer, ch 10 posted, 5-27-23)

Theodred's adventures as he travels with Freahelm, trying to find a direction for his life.  (Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, Humor) (19 chapter story)

 Chapter 10  -  (begins late Nov, 44 IV)

Because of Theodred’s unique situation, he usually had his pick of relatives to stay with in Minas Tirith. Through his mother’s family, there was the Dol Amroth townhouse to make use of, though he was less inclined to do so now that his grandfather had passed on and his Uncle Elphir was the ruling Prince.  He liked Uncle Elphir, but his stiffer manner was not nearly so inviting and Theodred felt himself more an imposition if he made too frequent visits there, or stayed too long.

However, through his father, and his mother as well, he was connected to the Steward of Gondor, and they were always most accommodating both in Minas Tirith and Emyn Arnen whenever he chose to put in appearance.  That was generally where he took up abode, and did so on this trip. His third option, only used on rare occasions when he was absolutely desperate, was to fall back on his brother’s marital tie to the royal family of Gondor.  King Elessar and Queen Arwen were equally as hospitable and inviting as the Steward, but he did not think it wise to make use of that connection too often. Even so, Elessar would not allow his visits to the city to go unnoticed and made certain he received numerous invitations to stop by for talks, attend gatherings and so forth, generally making certain he felt welcome and very much a part of the extended family.

Even when the Steward and his family were to be found in Emyn Arnen, a half day’s journey from the city, they had made it clear to Theodred that he was to make their Minas Tirith home his own whenever he chose to do so, particularly in light of his recent traveling.  He was both relieved and sorry that they were not in residence when the pair arrived this time.  To some extent, he was hoping to talk to Faramir about all that had happened with Arawine and Kata, hoping to clear his mind and sort his thoughts, but in another sense, he rather suspected he already could guess what conclusions his uncle would reach, and that they would largely mirror those his mother had expressed.

Though the pair knew that no one would object to their having separate rooms and indulging in making full use of the servants and the facilities of the Steward’s residence, neither wished to impose to that great an extent.  Already grateful that they were so readily accommodated, they shared a room and kept their impact on the household to a minimum.  Still, both fully appreciated warm, clean beds, roaring fires, and available hot baths whenever they wished, not to mention excellent food, well prepared, by someone else.  They were used to simple fare for breakfast and dinner, and had finally persuaded the cook to allow them to keep to that regimen for the most part.  Only if they dined in of an evening did they give in to fancier fare, though they sometimes made it a point to eat at an inn or accept invitations to feast with friends.

Within a week of their arrival, November was drawing to a close and Faramir’s family arrived from Emyn Arnen, surprised but pleased to find them there.

Though Faramir was eager to hear of Theodred’s most recent travels, he soon realized something more was at work than before, and that his nephew was not so wild to share his adventures this time around.  Rather than press, Faramir allowed the young man to broach the subject in his own good time, and eventually Theodred did explain the culmination of his trip and the unpleasantness ever since his discovery in Dale.  The Steward did not need to be told that the matter had been left unresolved, both between the two young men and within Theodred’s own heart and mind, yet he did not feel he could give him any easy answers.  There were choices and decisions that only Theodred could make, and then actions only he could take.  While Faramir, and likely the rest of the family, would do all they could to facilitate peace being restored, in the end only Arawine and Theodred could settle this matter.

To some extent, Freahelm was not totally clear what his role was now.  When Theodred had been intent on traveling, he was to go as a companion, if for no other reason than safety, but once they had reached Mundburg, and it was clear they would likely stay there through the winter months, Freahelm had no fixed purpose.  True, King Eomer had never officially released him from service in the army, and unofficially he was specifically attached to Theodred as a bodyguard. Presumably that was yet the case, even if they were not traveling and danger was minimized for the time being. Still, he would need to find something to occupy his time while they were in the city or he would surely become fat and lazy, and go quite mad.  Theodred would attempt to engage him in his new interest of collecting tales and making an historical record, and he would good-naturedly allow it, but he could not see it becoming an all-consuming passion with him as it was rapidly becoming with his friend.  At least Minas Tirith offered year-round pursuits of entertainment, and their several recent visits had acquainted him with the city and many of the soldiers who served here.  He supposed he could keep from being too bored.

Early in December, he and Theodred ventured out into the city.  Theodred was in search of better writing materials for his project, and though Freahelm couldn’t be of much help to him in that respect, he thought to stretch his legs.  When they found a sizable and respectable looking stationers shop on the fourth level, Freahelm left Theodred at the door and wandered off down the street, agreeing to return shortly.

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[lesbiansforboromir]

So, from the text is there enough evidence to suggest that Ruling Stewards could not leave Minas Tirith? I'm specifically thinking about your post about Denethor being Éowyn's parallel. The idea is also somewhat backed-up by the fact that Faramir does not leave the city until Aragorn enters it (not even to like, negotiate terms). This theory is taken out by Cirion's actions but, you kno. More angst for Denethor and not being able to visit the coast with his wife, Finduilas.

I might have mistyped, there's nothing specific to say that a Steward cannot leave Minas Tirith. However from LotR the suggestion is that a Steward cannot go to war. BUT we do not need LotR suggestions, it is canon that Stewards cannot leave the realm, nor go to war, by a king's decree. Some Stewards canonically break this rule but it is still a law that Stewards generally abide by.

It was ... Rómendacil I [492-541] who established the office of Steward (Arandur "king's servant"), but he was chosen by the King as a man of high trust and wisdom, usually advanced in years since he was not permitted to go to war or to leave the realm. He was never a member of the Royal House.

Unfinished Tales, Part 3, Ch 2, Cirion and Eorl and the Friendship of Gondor and Rohan: Notes, Note 53

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom:  The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Rating: Mature Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Manipulation, (It's Denethor guys.), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives, Fix-It, everyone has their issues but it's nothing worse than in My Land is Bare, Boromir pOV, Grima POV Series: Part 3 of swimming through fire Summary:

The last instalment of the Boromir-Lives LOTR rewrite. Helm's Deep has concluded and we are on to the Return of the King.

Boromir and Gandalf are off to Gondor to see what they can do to help. Aragorn, because he likes to take the most whack routes possible, is to drag the remainder Fellowship through the paths of the dead. No one signed up for this.

With our Rohan compatriots: Grima continues to be a hot wreck who is actually managing himself not half-bad, all things considered. Eowyn just wants to really, really fight the baddies. Theoden thinks everyone needs to cool it for ten seconds. Eomer has never heard the word "chill" in his life.

Anyway - things continue to go pear shaped.

--

Obligatory Excerpt: 

‘And what did Mithrandir say to all of this?’ [Faramir asks]

‘Nothing. He was being mysterious and wizardish while we were traveling. Though, apparently he told Aragorn stories of our misspent youth so be prepared for our king to know more about our childhood larks than either of us might be comfortable with.’

‘So long as he doesn’t know about the time we put on the kingly robes by standing on each other's shoulders then commandeered the actual throne.’

Boromir grins, ‘Is it the king of Gondor or two boys in a gown? Impossible to tell.’

‘We ruled fairly and justly until you got bored and dumped me off your shoulders. For which I could have your head.’

These brothers are a menace. 

A day early because the weather is drab and I felt like we could all use some LOTR in our lives. 

[annab99awritersdream]

LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE TWO

Too bad Gondor will never approve of them being together.

The Steward & his Sultana

'Sultana' is actually NOT her title, but he always gets it wrong.

Their ship name is Faramirya and my decision is final.

[torchwood-99]

Descriptions of Ithilien

Description: "...a fair country of climbing woods and swift-falling streams. Before them, as they turned west, gentle slopes ran down into dim hazes far below. All about them were small woods of resinous trees, fir and cedar and cypress. and other kinds unknown in the Shire, with wide glades among them; and everywhere there was a wealth of sweet-smelling herbs and shrubs. The long journey from Rivendell had brought them far south of their own land, but not until now in this more sheltered region had the hobbits felt the change of clime. Here Spring was already busy about them: fronds pierced moss and mould, larches were green-fingered, small flowers were opening in the turf, birds were singing. Ithilien, the garden of Gondor now desolate kept still a dishevelled dryad loveliness.

South and west it looked towards the warm lower vales of Anduin, shielded from the east by the Ephel Dúath and yet not under the mountain-shadow, protected from the north by the Emyn Muil, open to the southern airs and the moist winds from the Sea far away. Many great trees grew there, planted long ago, falling into untended age amid a riot of careless descendants; and groves and thickets there were of tamarisk and pungent terebinth, of olive and of bay; and there were junipers and myrtles; and thymes that grew in bushes, or with their woody creeping stems mantled in deep tapestries the hidden stones; sages of many kinds putting forth blue flowers, or red, or pale green; and marjorams and new-sprouting parsleys, and many herbs of forms and scents beyond the garden-lore of Sam. The grots and rocky walls were already starred with saxifrages and stonecrops. Primeroles and anemones were awake in the filbert-brakes; and asphodel and many lily-flowers nodded their half-opened heads in the grass: deep green grass beside the pools, where falling streams halted in cool hollows on their journey down to Anduin. TTT, Book IV, Ch 4, Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit

Great ilexes of huge girth stood dark and solemn in wide glades with here and there among them hoary ash-trees. and giant oaks just putting out their brown-green buds. About them lay long launds of green grass dappled with celandine and anemones, white and blue, now folded for sleep; and there were acres populous with the leaves of woodland hyacinths: already their sleek bell-stems were thrusting through the mould.

TTT, Book IV, Ch 7, Journey to the Cross-roads

Ithilien - Places - Henneth Annûn (henneth-annun.net)

Just sounds like a really gorgeous place. Love imagining Eowyn arriving for the first time and exploring every corner of it with Faramir.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Rating: Mature Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, but that's more in the background/subtle, Denethor/His Palantir Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives, Fix-It, everyone has their issues but it's nothing worse than in My Land is Bare, Boromir pOV, Grima POV, Grima lives, Family Issues, (it's Denethor guys), less disassociation than in the previous work, Grima is a little more grounded, Boromir is ready to set everything on fire Series: Part 3 of swimming through fire Summary:

The latest installment of the Boromir-Lives LOTR rewrite. Helm's Deep has concluded and we are on to the Return of the King.

Boromir and Gandalf are off to Gondor to see what they can do to help. Aragorn, because he likes to take the most whack routes possible, is to drag the remainder Fellowship through the paths of the dead. No one signed up for this.

With our Rohan compatriots: Grima continues to be a hot wreck who is actually managing himself not half-bad, all things considered. Eowyn just wants to really, really fight the baddies. Theoden thinks everyone needs to cool it for ten seconds. Eomer has never heard the word "chill" in his life.

Anyway - things continue to go pear shaped.

-

Obligatory Excerpt: 

‘When we sent word along the wall,’ Madril continues after the required pause to cheers and drink. ‘Lord Faramir made it explicitly clear that we weren’t to speak of your being dead. Only that a boat with provisions had been found but that, along, means nothing.’

‘Ingbold told me as much,’ Boromir says. ‘I had cause to see him on my return.’

‘You had cause to see him on your return,’ a singing voice half-taunts from the doorway. Boromir twists on the bench to see Ingbold walk in carrying a wide dish of fish, leeks, bread and pickled beans, carrots, onions. He is made of cheer itself. ‘You woke me up at a rude hour, my lord, and you were unapologetic about it. Then you had the temerity to give me riddles and more riddles about things that happened on your journey. I blame this unfortunate development on the wizard.’ Setting down the dish he pulls Boromir into a one-armed hug. ‘I will have you know that you interrupted the most beautiful dream of an exquisite lady of my acquaintance whose name I would share but for her reputation.’

‘I do apologize that my magnificent return disturbed your sleep.’

‘As you should be, my lord. Speaking of wizards and their bad influence on people, where’s Mithrandir?’  

‘Mithrandir’s here?’ Madril asks.

‘With my father.’

Ingbold and Madril exchange looks.

Osgiliath baby!

[dalleyan]

Resilience (LoTR story, ch 7 posted, 6-23-21)

An unexpected event and a chance encounter bring Lothiriel of Dol Amroth and the King of Rohan together. Now, neither of their lives will ever be the same as they were.  [Complete in 24 chapters]

 Chapter 7

(3 Jun 3019 III)

The night was as long and unsettled as both expected.  While Eowyn did get some sleep, her tendency of being a light sleeper made her aware of Lothiriel’s restless changing of position.  She was not sure if the woman’s worry kept her from sleeping, fearful of bad dreams, or whether she actually dozed off and encountered those dreams, only to be jolted awake by them.  Whichever it was, Lothiriel never tried to wake Eowyn to keep her company. She hoped, however, that her mere presence was making it easier for the woman to feel safe. 

She did discover the next morning, though, that Lothiriel had locked the door during the night. Even within Meduseld, and guards posted at the end of the hall, she had wanted that extra bit of security.  Eowyn did not begrudge it to her, and made no comment of it when she left to begin her day.

At breakfast, weariness etched Lothiriel’s face.  But, more than that, her eyes bore a hunted look.  Eowyn knew that look well.  She had worn that same expression herself in the days when Grima prowled their halls and plied his treachery.

Reaching another hasty decision, Eowyn asked, “I do not like to impose, Lothiriel, but would you perhaps be willing to accompany me on my day today?  You could see what sorts of tasks I have in heading the household here, and give me guidance on what to expect in Gondor when I am Faramir’s wife. I confess I am rather nervous that I will make a blunder and embarrass him.”

The request had the desired effect, pulling Lothiriel from her dark introspection.  “Oh, of course.  I would be happy to answer any of your questions, Eowyn.”

The distraction worked. Lothiriel managed to stay focused on their conversation, and Eowyn was able to bring up enough subjects to keep her talking.  Even so, later in the afternoon, when they had finished, she watched Lothiriel returning to her room, knowing this was only a temporary reprieve.

xx

The knock at the door caused Lothiriel to stiffen.  She forced herself to relax.  She was in no danger within Eomer’s household.

Opening it, she was surprised to see the King’s sister smiling at her.  Nervously?  Why would that be?

“Eowyn.  I was not expecting to see you until the meal.”

Eowyn licked her lips and replied, “Yes, but I would speak with you if I may.”

Lothiriel stepped aside. “Of course.  Do come in.”

Despite her request, Eowyn did not speak immediately, idly looking around the room as though searching for words.  At length, she plunged in.  “I am…aware that it is not a practice in Gondor for women to learn the use of a blade. In the Riddermark, though, it is a necessity.”  She paused. “We live in a wilder land than yours, and the practice was born of that need.  There was never any assurance that the men would be nearby if danger came upon us and our homes.  We learned very quickly that even those who did not live by the blade, could well die by it.”

Lothiriel smiled at her. “And you are exceptionally skilled, according to what your kinsmen said of you on our journey here.  Their tales of your valor on the Pelennor readily support their words were not idle boasts.”

Eowyn pinked at the compliment, then forged on.  “Yes, well, in light of the recent events that have brought you to us, and those that have happened since, my brother and I thought…perhaps you would wish to have some knowledge of defending yourself, if none else was available.”

Lothiriel’s eyes widened as she realized where the conversation was leading.  “That…that is very kind of you,” she answered hesitantly, chewing her lip.

To mask her own discomfort, Eowyn turned to the items in her hand – two daggers in sheaths.  “Learning to use a sword well would take too long, and would not readily be useful to you.  A dagger, though, is more easily concealed until it is needed.  It can be used with greater surprise against an attacker.”  She held out one blade to Lothiriel who slowly took it.

Drawing her own blade, Eowyn made motions with the knife as she explained the most effective means of striking.  “Of course, you would not always need to draw it – only when you felt your safety in peril and saw no other help or escape.”

Reluctantly, Lothiriel drew her own blade when Eowyn paused and looked expectantly at her.  Instantly an image flashed in her mind of old Borduin, one of her cousin’s house servants.  He had attempted to protect her from harm, and the bandits had struck him down without a second glance.  She had been paralyzed by the sight of his form bleeding on the ground. Had he survived?  She did not know.  Nor did she know if anyone else had been hurt or killed during her abduction. Her mind had blotted out the details until now.  She dropped the dagger in horror.

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Resilience (LoTR story, ch 14 posted, 7-17-21)

An unexpected event and a chance encounter bring Lothiriel of Dol Amroth and the King of Rohan together. Now, neither of their lives will ever be the same as they were.  [Complete in 24 chapters]

 Chapter 14

(4 July 3019 III)

How could she not be ready to go home?  She had virtually nothing to pack.  She had been here more than a month.  And yet Lothiriel had the sense that it was too soon, that there were things she yet needed to do in the Mark.  Or maybe it was simply that there was more she wanted to do.  They needed aid, and while she didn’t feel she had done much to alleviate their suffering, now or to come, it seemed that if she left she would never be of use to them in that regard.

But, it could not be helped. She did want to be reunited with her other family members.  She did want to meet her new king.  Perhaps she should consider ways she might provide assistance from afar.  While she did not know all the possibilities for supplies that could be sent to Rohan, she had a firm sense that Gondor’s reserves were greater than here.  And there were areas of Gondor that had barely felt the taint of war.  Surely they had enough and to spare.  With her greater experience and acquaintance in her homeland, maybe that would prove to be her greatest service to the Riddermark – acting as intermediary on their behalf.

She spent the night before their departure working on a list of avenues to pursue once she was home. Everyone of consequence that knew her or knew of her would be faced with supplications to provide aid to their northern friends.  But that was weeks away.

xx

“I can finish with this. You should go get your bag,” Eowyn said, drawing Lothiriel from her reverie.  “Eomer will be ready to depart soon, I am sure.”

She laughed.  “You mean get your bag with your belongings inside it!  I have naught to call my own.”

Eowyn smiled.  “They are yours now.  Betersel bestowed them on you and I shall not reclaim them.  Once I am Faramir’s wife, you may return the favor, if it suits.  Otherwise, I shall think no more of it and neither should you.”

“Thank you, my dear friend…my dear cousin!” 

With a last laugh and bright smile, Lothiriel made for her room.  Just before she reached it, however, Erchirion came out carrying her bag in his hand.  “Is this all?” he asked.  “The maid said it was.”

“Yes.  Let me get my cloak and I will join you outside.” 

He nodded and started off down the hall, and Lothiriel went into the room she had claimed for the past month.  She turned a slow circle, gazing around it, now showing no evidence of an occupant save for her cloak laid on the bed.  Her room at Dol Amroth was large and airy, with cool stone walls and a balcony overlooking the sea.  And, yet, this room was as dear to her heart as the one she had lived in since she was a small girl.  They were completely different, in size, decoration and feel.  She suspected her fondness for them sprang more from her fellowship with the other occupants of Meduseld and Dol Amroth than from the rooms themselves.  She had heard an Elvish saying once – “home is where lies the heart” – and she now understood it more fully.  Certainly, she now believed it.  With a small sigh, she glanced around once more, took up her cloak and strode firmly out the door.

From the terrace, Lothiriel gazed on the milling group below her.  The bulk of their company were farther down the hill or outside the gates already.  A smaller group of Eomer’s guards, Lothiriel and her brother were at the very top. Many of the household staff had come out for the farewell, either as friends or loved ones of the departing riders. Lothiriel glimpsed Seftehad off to the side with the kitchen staff, and the woman gave her a brief wave and a smile. She and Ceorl would have said their goodbyes before this, out of the public eye.

Just then, Eomer came up beside her.  “You are ready?” he asked, pulling on his gloves and she silently nodded.

Offering his arm to her, they descended to the horses.  He guided her to where Erchirion was holding her horse and his own, and left her to her brother’s care.  A quick check with Eothain indicated all was prepared, and the company was soon mounted and on their way.

The trek down the hill was mostly silent, and Lothiriel was lost in her own musings as she looked around at the town she had come to know so well.  A few people of her acquaintance waved from the roadside and she returned the gesture with a smile.  Yes, this was a bittersweet parting.  Home ahead and friends behind, both to be desired.

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[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, but that's more in the background/subtle Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Théoden Ednew, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), Gríma Wormtongue, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Denethor II, many other characters Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Manipulation, (It's Denethor guys.), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives, Fix-It, everyone has their issues but it's nothing worse than in My Land is Bare, Boromir POV, Grima POV Series: Part 3 of swimming through fire Summary:

The summation of the Boromir-Lives LOTR rewrite. Helm's Deep has concluded and we are on to the Return of the King.

Boromir and Gandalf are off to Gondor to see what they can do to help. As we are dealing with the stable, normal family of Denethor, Boromir, and Faramir there absolutely won't be any blow ups or drama at all. Aragorn, because he likes to take the most whack routes possible, is to drag the remainder Fellowship through the paths of the dead. No one signed up for this.

With our Rohan compatriots: Grima continues to be a hot wreck who is actually managing himself not half-bad, all things considered. There may be more "drunk and in a puddle" moments though. Eowyn just wants to really, really fight the baddies. Like. Vibrating she wants to fight them so bad. Theoden thinks everyone needs to cool it for ten seconds. Eomer, the man who drops sick insults for a living, has never heard the word "chill" in his life. So Rohan is doing great.

Anyway - things continue to go pear shaped.

--- 

Hello everyone. Welcome to the glories of ROTK: but this time with Boromir and Grima.

Obligatory Excerpt:

Men who dream by daylight with eyes open are the most dangerous, Denethor said. It was after a council meeting and Denethor was wanting for the sun so they were in his favourite courtyard looking southward over the city. Those who dream by daylight are able to enact the vanities and desires most others can only think of at night with eyes closed. Morning, they forget the wanting of their soul and nighttime mind.

Later, Denethor would explain it to a man condemned for oath-breaking and selling secrets to Sauron’s agents: You dreamt with your eyes open. You really should not have done that.

But some men dream during the day. Whether they will it or not, they are lost in the soft shadowed halls of their minds. They think all they see and experience is real and if it is not, that it can be made such.

My father’s rule is failing, Boromir said to Éomer between Helm’s Deep and Isengard. But I mean to restore it.

A dream.

Boromir knows well that in some ways he is a waking dreamer. He may not have the blood of the Westernese in him as his grandfather, his father, brother, Aragorn all do - but he does have the ability to make real what most can only dream about. Returned and prophesied kings, peace, the restoration of the nobility of his house. He will see them done. In what way would that make him a dangerous man?

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Théoden Ednew, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), Gríma Wormtongue, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Denethor II Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Manipulation, (It's Denethor guys.), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives, Fix-It, everyone has their issues but it's nothing worse than in My Land is Bare, Boromir pOV, Grima POV Series: Part 3 of swimming through fire Summary:

The last instalment of the Boromir-Lives LOTR rewrite. Helm's Deep has concluded and we are on to the Return of the King.

Boromir and Gandalf are off to Gondor to see what they can do to help. Aragorn, because he likes to take the most whack routes possible, is to drag the remainder Fellowship through the paths of the dead. No one signed up for this.

With our Rohan compatriots: Grima continues to be a hot wreck who is actually managing himself not half-bad, all things considered. Eowyn just wants to really, really fight the baddies. Theoden thinks everyone needs to cool it for ten seconds. Eomer has never heard the word "chill" in his life.

Anyway - things continue to go pear shaped.

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Obligatory excerpt: 

‘Who was the ninth?’

‘I beg pardon, father?’

‘Who was your ninth companion. You said there were nine and I’ve heard of eight, including you and Mithrandir.’

‘Oh, no one in particular. A ranger who happened to be around and offered to be our guide as he knew the land and the people for a portion of the journey.’

‘And does this ranger have a name?’

‘Strider,’ Boromir supplies, silently thanking the gods for Sam’s penchant of never using Aragorn’s given name. ‘I’m not sure what his actual name is, even if he has one. I assume he must.’

‘And where is he from?’

‘Not sure. Bree maybe? Somewhere in the north.’

Denethor gives a long, slow nod. Then, with careful disinterest, ‘They breed a very capable sort of ranger in Bree, it seems.’

things are going great with Boromir and his dad, trust me. 

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, but that's more in the background/subtle, Denethor/His Palantir Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Théoden Ednew, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), Gríma Wormtongue, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Denethor II, many other characters Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Manipulation, (It's Denethor guys.), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives, Fix-It, everyone has their issues but it's nothing worse than in My Land is Bare, Boromir pOV, Grima POV Series: Part 3 of swimming through fire Summary:

The summation of the Boromir-Lives LOTR rewrite. Helm's Deep has concluded and we are on to the Return of the King.

Boromir and Gandalf are off to Gondor to see what they can do to help. Aragorn, because he likes to take the most whack routes possible, is to drag the remainder Fellowship through the paths of the dead. No one signed up for this.

With our Rohan compatriots: Grima continues to be a hot wreck who is actually managing himself not half-bad, all things considered. Eowyn just wants to really, really fight the baddies. Theoden thinks everyone needs to cool it for ten seconds. Eomer has never heard the word "chill" in his life.

Anyway - things continue to go pear shaped.

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Obligatory Excerpt: 

‘When you’re done, the king wants you.’ Gríma jerks around to spy Gundahar lounging against stall door with a piece of grass sticking out the side of his mouth. Idly he chews.

‘I’ll be along presently.’

‘Bit presumptuous of you,’ Gundahar says. ‘Assuming things that were once for your use remain so.’

‘I’m a member of the king’s household, in case you’ve forgotten.’ Gríma unbelts the saddles and pulls it off. Shuffling past Gundahar he deposits it in the tack-room.

‘For now,’ the young man agrees as Gríma returns to brush Stigr down. ‘But the battle is over and maybe the king will send you on your way. Perhaps that is why he wishes to see you, to tell you that you’re to leave.’

‘Maybe.’

But it is a thought that chills

[dalleyan]

Journey (new LoTR story, ch 1 posted, 8-28-21)

Spoiled noblewomen were not on Eomer’s agenda. Not until he made plain his disdain did Lothiriel of Dol Amroth truly examine her life and where it was headed. This is the story of her journey. [Complete in 6 chapters, but with a very short sequel.]

 Chapter 1

(May, 3019 III, Minas Tirith)

“What about Eomer and Lothiriel?” Faramir suggested, taking a sip of wine and trying to conceal a grin.

Amrothos gave a snort.  “Now that would be an interesting match, to say the least!  I cannot picture it though.”

“Why not?” Eowyn asked bluntly.  “Is there something wrong with your sister?”

“Eowyn,” Eomer said warningly, not wanting to offend the men of Dol Amroth.  They were unused to Rohirric candor.

“What?  I meant no offense.  But there is little question that women find you attractive, brother.  Surely they are not suggesting she would not also.”

Eomer scowled.  “Ignore my sister.  She exaggerates,” he told the others, embarrassed at being the focal point of this conversation.  What had begun as a friendly get-together of soon-to-be-relations, had turned into an opportunity to speculate on possible marital pairings now that the War was ended. Erchirion was safe as he already had a lady in mind, only waiting for their betrothal if he survived battle. While Amrothos had been targeted briefly, his reputation for flirtatious encounters, without serious motive, did not inspire the belief that he was yet ready to pursue matrimony.  But Eomer…Eomer would soon be officially named King of Rohan, and that seemed to make him the most in want of a wife, whatever he might have to say on the matter.

Erchirion chuckled.  “I think not, Eomer!  Remember, we have seen how the ladies of Minas Tirith eye you appreciatively!  You could have your pick of the lot, without a doubt. However, I must agree with Amrothos. I cannot see you with Lothiriel. She would…not suit you, my friend.”

Eowyn’s eyes narrowed.  “What exactly does that mean?  Are you saying Eomer would not find her agreeable, or the reverse?”

Faramir could tell this discussion might get heated if it continued and, since he had started it, he hastened to explain, “It is nothing against Eomer, I assure you, my lady, nor even against my worthy cousin.  But Lothiriel is the only daughter in a family of men, and raised without a mother’s tempering hand.  She has rich tastes, and is very prim and proper, not to mention rather cosseted.  I do not think she would find someone so straightforward and ‘soldierly’ as your brother to be to her taste.  She goes more for the…softer noblemen of the realm.  And likely Eomer would find her too shallow and weak for her to appeal to him. They are just…different.  That is all.”

Eowyn seemed appeased by the explanation, and Eomer merely looked relieved that the conversation might come to an end, at least with regards to him. True, he would marry one day; he wanted to, and now that he was king it was virtually imperative, but he had never cared much for matchmaking.  The description of the young lady had not particularly excited his anticipation for meeting her, but then he had found few noblewomen, especially in Gondor, to be what he envisioned in a wife.  Some of them were beautiful to be sure, and most were educated, but they had little substance.  He could not see them withstanding a harsh winter in the north, or lending a hand in sewing, tending the sick or personally rearing their children.  Gondorians tended to be a soft lot, enjoying their comforts above all else.  They had servants raise their children while they sat around doing little of consequence. His wife would work, and work hard, standing at his side as queen.  The running of Meduseld was no simple matter, and she would be responsible for that, along with a great deal more.  No, he had best seek a wife in his homeland.  There was surely someone there who would suit.

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[dalleyan]

Spoils of War (LoTR story, ch 8 posted, 4-14-21)

The end to a war is always a good thing, but for Eomer it brought unexpected spoils. [Complete in 11 chapters plus a short Epilogue.]

 Chapter 8

The inclement weather kept even Eowyn and Faramir indoors, and Eomer was visited by his sister during a break between meetings.  “How does it go?” she asked, settling in a chair across the desk from him. “Will trade be possible?

He leaned back and gave her a shrug.  “Perhaps, eventually.  Much of what they want to offer is not something we have great need of at the moment. Once we are better recovered, I am sure our people will enjoy more variety in their choices.  For now, I am mostly concerned with finding traders of the necessities that we need, and finding something that we have which will prove acceptable to them in exchange.”  He paused in thought and then added, “I am thinking that if the Dimholt proves useful for travel, we might be able to get things to the Westfold more quickly than bringing them from Minas Tirith.  From what Aragorn told me, the pass through the mountain should be wide enough for wagon loads.  The difficulty is the switchback road leading up the mountain from our side.  It will not tolerate very large wagons, so that may limit the size of anything brought in that way.”

Eowyn nodded her understanding, then asked, “Are they interested in the wool we can offer? Until we rebuild our herds, horses are not our best trade, though we could bring stallions to Gondor and charge a fee for them to breed their mares.”

“I had thought of that.  There is considerable interest in the breeding, if they cannot merely buy the horses, though a trained animal will bring much more money.  And, yes, they were interested in the wool, though moreso in Minas Tirith than here in the south where it does not get so cold,” Eomer explained.

Eowyn shoved to her feet and smiled at him.  “Good luck with all of this.  Do let me know if I can be of any help to you.  And do make time to enjoy being here.  The work cannot be ignored, but you could use some rest and entertainment!”

He snickered at her. “I notice you are never around to see that I get it!  I assume Faramir is well?  I have seen little of either of you, except at meals and not always then!”

She turned toward the door, laughing over her shoulder at him.  “Faramir is very well, and you will continue to see very little of us – we are, after all, on our honeymoon.”

“That should have ended months ago!” he called after her as she disappeared out the door.

He could see a servant approaching with the next tradesman, and he settled back into a more serious demeanor, but he was grateful for the interlude Eowyn had provided him.

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[dalleyan]

Persuasion (LoTR story, ch 4 posted, 3-17-21)

When first they met, love flowered, but she rejected his offer of marriage. Now they come face to face once more, and everything has changed. [Complete in 4 chapters.]

Chapter 4 (Minas Tirith, early Nov, 3019 III)

“Lady Lothiriel?”

She shook herself from her reverie to look at her companion. “I am sorry, my lord. Did you say something? I let my mind wander,” she apologized.

Angcam smiled tolerantly at the girl, and repeated, “I was asking if perhaps you were ready for a bite to eat? The inn just ahead has excellent food.”

“Of course, Lord Angcam. As you wish,” she answered, not meeting his gaze.

They walked in silence to their destination, though Lothiriel’s thoughts were not particularly on her companion, but rather on someone who would soon arrive in the White City. Faramir was due to wed Eowyn of Rohan within a sennight, and the wedding party from Edoras would be here in the next day or so. She had neither seen nor heard anything of Eomer since they left Edoras after Theoden’s funeral, which was to be expected. He was much occupied with his kingdom, and concern for Linsul, who had been injured while visiting. Amrothos, who had remained to help as he could, would finally be returning home in company with the wedding entourage.

Ivriniel had wasted no time upon their arrival in Dol Amroth in arranging another marriage prospect for Lothiriel. She was of the firm opinion that young ladies should be married before they turned one and twenty years, and Lothiriel was very near doing so. The new prospect, Lord Angcam of Edhellond, was nearly twenty years Lothiriel’s senior, but eminently suitable. His first wife had died in childbirth, and the baby was lost as well, leaving him without a wife or heir. Lothiriel was young and strong, and should be able to readily produce him a son or two. Of more interest to Angcam, however, though Lothiriel did not know it, and he had largely kept it concealed from her family as well, was the likelihood of advantageous trade agreements that would come to him as the result of this alliance. As Imrahil’s son-by-law, he would have considerably more influence, and could readily sway things to materially benefit himself.

While Angcam was amiable enough, and expressed all the correct opinions, he made Lothiriel slightly uneasy. She knew she was expected to accept his attention to her, as he was a most eligible and worthy suitor, and yet she was not comfortable with the notion of accepting someone who was old enough to be her father. And there was something…too smooth about his utterances. She didn’t entirely trust the man or his motives, despite all appearances.

Still, she had little choice if Angcam offered for her. Her father also seemed agreeable to the match, and women of Gondor were not particularly permitted an opinion in such things. It was presumed a father knew best to whom his daughter might be entrusted, and naturally it should involve an alliance of advantage on both sides.

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