#faramir son of denethor

[lulii999]

The way I would actually die for Faramir and Eowyn.

[autistook]

March 20th - Faramir meets Éowyn in the Houses of Healing

[mushroomates]

some boromir headcanons

he likes to eat spicy food. he cannot handle the spice, but keeps eating it anyways.

he stays up during merry and pippin’s watches during the night. half because he wants to keep them awake and give them company, half because he’s pretty sure they wont be paying attention.

best hugs. he will kind of pick u up while he hugs u.

would wear a fanny pack.

his favorite food is chicken. he likes any kind of chicken. also likes apples.

decent story teller. can recall gondor’s history easy. when he starts talking about it, he becomes very passionate and has been known to yell or cry while retelling events.

carries around a packet of dirt from gondor around with him for good luck.

tried to make his own brew. went blind for a little bit after trying it. gimli fuckin loves it tho, tried it at gondor and brought a batch with him.

has dogs. took in a stray while patrolling the city, named him Minas. Minas lived a long and happy life, and afterwards Faramir brought him a puppy who he named Ithil.

he is also allergic to dogs. insists otherwise.

his men call him “big brother boromir” behind his back. he pretends not to know.

once pippin called him dad and he coasted on that high for weeks

afraid of heights. will not admit it.

great with babies. would carry faramir around. his dad let him even though boromir was only five at the time, and faramir would try and wiggle out of his arms.

he whittles!!! or carves. works with wood. he made little trinkets for the hobbits in his spare time during the journey. he made pippin a little wooden dog and merry a rabbit because merrys kinda afraid of dogs. he made a bill the pony for sam after moria and was working on a cat for frodo before he passed away. it was in his pocket, half made. the didn’t spot it before he sailed away.

made faramir toys when they were younger- whole barnyard full of animals and some important gondor land marks. also a mini version of their family. faramir passed this down to pippin, who passed it down to his kids. it’s now a family heirloom.

dyslexic. faramir would read to him while he carved trinkets and such.

the fellowship goes out of their way to visit this shrine. he also has one in gondor, rivendell, and just outside of lorien.

boromir tried to teach merry and pippin wood carving once. pippins carving tools were quickly confiscated but merry learned how to make a boat.

merry officially took up wood carving after his death. he makes little boats for the hobbitlings and they have a race every summer down stream.

he also taught the hobbits how to make said boats, so when they’re older they hold the race themself. afterwards, they take the winning boat down to the graveyard.

boromir has a grave in the shire that the hobbits put gifts on, including said boats. it’s on the edge of the forest by the river. the fellowship all come to visit. some things left include: flowers, hot sauce, wooden toys, notes, homemade jam, pretty rocks, and some of farmer maggot’s produce. farmer maggot does not know of this.

[winter2468]

lotr + tumblr

[faramirsonofgondor]

Ok but movie Faramir is lowkey so Preacher’s Daughter coded… and so is Eowyn tbh. Now I’m gonna go blast Sun Bleached Flies and think about them the whole time.

[borom1r]

NO CIS OPTION THIS TIME!!!!!!!!!! if u reblog this I’ll owe u my heart or like a gas station snack of some sort. I’ll go on a quest with u. you’ll have my blade

cis ppl can obvs interact just don’t be weird 💗

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The breaking will of man

Faramir x fem!elven reader

warning : dead dove, +18, smut, rape, obsession, dark themes, manipulation, kissing, hair pulling, biting, breeding kink, faramir has some special kind of thoughts

Summary : A ring and an unstoppable power wielded by a group and on the finger of a hobbit. A group in which two Elven traveled the prince of Mirkwood and an Elf a beautiful light from Lórien. But when a shadow of greed and recognition settles over the group, love becomes corrupt and consequent consequences...for the prince of a realm on the brink of war.

Info : It had to be something very dark again after a long time, so only if you can and want to read something like this do it. Thanks as always to the wonderful @rl-nancyholbrook for this idea and have fun reading :)

ps : I have not read the book only watched the movies I try to get everything as good as I can but please bear with me.

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A ring brings power. A ring of seeming gold a pretty expensive but also noble metal but no it was older so much whiter. A material that did not melt in flames, a metal that did not start to rust in water. A metal that would only melt if you threw it into the Orodruin, the mountain that held history and death.

The legends and tales of the ages were known, but it was all so long ago that hardly anyone was still able to tell them, except for the elves and perhaps the dwarves.

Then there were the humans, who existed everywhere but were too weak in the face of natural time. But even if it was in their heads, there were some among them who didn't want to know about it.

A family around the Steward of Gondor. A family that had its own problems the selfish and heartless father a man without love after the death of his beloved his eldest son Boromir engaged in the uprisings and wars to defend Gondor against the creatures of the enemy. The pride of his father in stark contrast to his younger brother Faramir.

A young man only five years younger but it was his softer nature the shadow of his dead mother's mother that must have loomed over him this something of a black creature in the family without recognition.

It was he who was sent by his father to Rivendell to answer the call of the half-living Lord Elrond, a call that could and very likely would end in death, as not only the group knew but also the steward who did not shed a tear for his son as he bade him farewell.

Boromir alone showed concern but in the end Faramir had to make this long journey alone in an unknown group not knowing that when he arrived several moons later he would meet someone who would awaken something human in him. Corruption and desire.

As the moons rose and set, the sun rose and retreated, time passed and the group arrived one by one. A group of humans, elves, a wizard and four halflings.

But when his eyes, which had previously focused on the beautiful architecture, realized the beauty of the ornaments of the flowers and blossoms, he saw it. It was like a presence not a childlike one like the four of them or a welcoming one from Legolas, nor was it protective like Aragorn looking at the younger human.

They had both sensed it this something this light indescribable and yet emerging. He heard the language of the elves from the lips of the blond who saw them first, but the words had no meaning for the redhead.

Words that Aragorn replied to and Faramir felt this tug of jealousy through his body for a long time where otherwise there was restraint and understanding. Empty words that I can speak better only for you. Rising from his chair, he heard the rustling of leaves and the bright white flowers flying across the ground towards him as he took his place in front of her.

His blue met her light-like eyes a white almost blind and yet sparkling like a star. ,,An honor to meet you Faramir Capitan the Ranger of Ithilien son of Denethor the Second. May my bow loyally protect us all,” he introduced himself and bowed slightly, a gesture that brought a soft smile to her lips and a curtsy to her dress.

His blue eyes were like the beautiful natural sky, the red of his hair like the evening sun and a loving manner. A man, a human being someone mortal who stood before her and yet engaging in her way. The doubts her mistress and master had told her that people always gave in to power but how could this stand for this group for him this dear Faramir...no he was sincere.

,,I am pleased to meet you and all of you, your words full of loyalty as palpable as the beauty of this valley” she replied and looked at him for a moment before she sat down and Lord Elrond joined them to discuss the plan one by one.

But his gaze would not and could not leave her and he kept looking at her, unable to move. This innocence and purity. Meanwhile, she felt his sky-blue eyes on her, mistaking his devotion for fascination and kindness.

Because everyone had something good in them, a naivety for which she was recognized, but in a world of darkness one had to see good.

A thought she held on to and smiled at Faramir, smiled at the others and above all saw hope and peace in the four halflings. Four halflings full of joy and courage like our group shall protect you. ,,A light is shining and I know that peace will come like a sunrise” her words supported her and she saw the nods of the four who seemed more sure of themselves than ever, more sure than ever of anything.

Words that lifted her spirits as they mounted their mounts the next morning and she felt Faramir's gaze on her as he held the reins of her white horse. ,,You have been waiting?” she asked as she was one of the last to say goodbye not only to Elrond but also to the ancient artifacts.

She was all the more surprised when she walked up the stairs to the courtyard, her white dress, a gift from her mistress, ending just short of her shoes and she stood by her horse. ,,Of course my lady your horse seemed nervous I wanted to calm him down” he said and she smiled at the nickname knowing no she had sensed that his love of nature was not just from the rangers.

Nature is as beautiful as love, as beautiful as feelings. ,,Thank you Faramir Gil is nervous when the life of the world is fading” she confessed and mounted her ferd accepting Faramir's gloved hand gratefully before finally taking the reins in her hand.

Her body is handsome and graceful above me so I would like to touch her...if the light passes to me. Moving the reins of her almost soulmate only slightly, the horse started to move followed by Faramir who swung himself onto his black horse and after a few more moments the group left the place and headed towards the mountain.

A mountain they feared and hoped for. But it was Faramir who always rode behind or beside them, casting a shadow on her light. He talked to her about his homeland, the animals and nature, and she couldn't help but laugh and listen to him with fascination.

Her senses did not perceive the brilliance in the blue of his eyes, a brilliance that could not be seen in the reflection of the water of the river or the sun.

An invisible brilliance like the metal of the ring, a brilliance that called to Faramir, a brilliance of recognition. ,,Your recognition means everything to me...my father thinks differently” she heard him confess at one point, saw him turn his face away and despite the setting sun her good eyes saw that he was flushed.

My mistress was right people have feelings of togetherness and shame they know what is right and wrong she remembered Galadriel's words and her hand automatically went to his and gently squeezed it, ,,Don't worry your father the steward should be proud of such a son”.

Her words full of devotion, a naivety on her part that did not see how Faramir's heart beat faster and in the breath of a wind he got an idea. An idea, a thought as if whispered by the ring Your words should only belong to me words that reached him and words that burned themselves into his heart.

He gave her a smile before riding a little faster to catch up with Frodo, wanting to feel that breeze, that voice, that attraction again. Could he succumb so quickly?

Should his father's disappointment really be such a disappointment to himself, should he really have fallen for an Elf or was it simply the new freedom and adventure before him? He couldn't answer it didn't know what it was that drove him to keep his eyes gliding to her.

This beauty A queen he thought of this painful dream he had a painful dream that would never be. Faramir the next Steward of Gondor his father finally filled with pride and Boromir as much as he loved his brother would no longer protect him. There had to be something…or someone.

The journey not only of the ring-bearer but also of the others had now begun, a moon had passed and they had all rested together around the fire, talking, laughing, joking and telling stories from their homeland and their past.

Above all, everyone listened to the two elves who had so many centuries of stories to tell about beings and gods, about species that were no longer among them.

The redhead was particularly fascinated by the fact that the flame of fire turned white when she ran her hand over it. ,,A simple feeling of nature full of empathy,” she said, matching the figures to Legolas' story of a fight against his childhood friend while her bright eyes full of knowledge and joy looked from the fire over the group.

Nothing but kindness and openness towards them and of the conversations he had with her as they looked for berries and firewood together, always clearing away a few branches and helping her not to stumble.

A thing that was of course completely unnecessary and because she had taken his hand, ,,You are light” was the first thing that had slipped out of his mind, he had never really looked at the body of elves before and yet it surprised him, he held her clearly and yet she seemed to float almost above everything.

His sentence that made him blush with shame at such a noble lady only made her laugh and let her other hand rest against him as she jumped from a fallen tree trunk. ,,Elves are light and you humans…Misstres Galadriel is wrong you humans have been a changeable people full of emotion and kindness” she replied and leaned her forehead against his for a moment a moment in which he felt her warmth a moment in which he thought he felt everything a moment in which they were close…a moment in which his hand held her as tightly as he would from now on.

Since then, he stayed even closer to her, to her light, to her warmth, to her blessing, to everything. During the attacks, which at first were still tentative and even if calming, he looked away from Frodo, who was actually the target, and even though she had her dagger, he knew that an even greater power lurked in her pretty body. That with every bow shot he fired, every arrow he shot, there was an opponent who looked into her direction.

A fact that not only he himself noticed, everyone seemed to except her. ,,You take great care of her Faramir, you are like your brother,” Aragorn once said to him when they were both fetching water together to wash some clothes and clean their weapons from the blood of fallen beasts and orcs.

A statement that annoyed and even threatened to enrage the red-haired prince's bright eyes looked at the king with distaste, ,,I am not my brother Aragorn and is it not a man's duty to protect every woman and child?” he left the king at the river with the question. He did not see the look on Frodo's face, who saw from afar how he put the ring in his shirt and almost felt something like a pull towards the man.

A metal of strength is about to find a new owner. But the few incidents did not stop there and the days went on, they went on and on and at some point he himself came to the mines full of terrible monsters in which he saw for the first time what she was capable of.

The mine seemed to collapse, the creatures too many and Faramir knew that he would soon run out of arrows, Legolas tried to protect the hobbits while saving Gimli from any stones while Aragorn tried to lure the hell troll to him and was backed down by the red-haired one.

Only she stayed with the wizard who was also trying to free Peri and Meri who were half trapped under stones. There was a loud clamor from all around and Faramir remembered the battles he had fought, battles that seemed so much easier to fight with the one ring.

A thought followed by a glance at Frodo who was wounded, a thought that made him careless he did not see the hell troll throw a stone at him. ,,Faramir!” her voice called after him, his bright eyes looking to her but she was gone, she was just standing there.

Did it matter if he was going to be crushed by the stone at any moment? The pain would be strong but short and then a light a light in front of him a light that deflected the stone with a blow and it crumbled against the wall.

A light with a power he never knew she had in her, so strong that it could not reach Galadriel but so strong that even Gandalf looked at her for a moment. ,,Are you all right?” she asked standing in front of him in this fight and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and finally kiss her to show her that he was not only worth saving but that he could be more than just a helpless twelfth son.

A greed that commanded him and would not let go, a lust for power and light within her. A desire something that matured in him as this battle ended as they moved on as they lost Gandalf their tears glistened in the dark and Faramir held her close and he not only felt her heart beat in his chest, he held her tender hands and gently stroked her back.

It was a time in which the group rode more and more into the dark world in which they were pursued and hunted and crossed the river and the courage of the group sank significantly after Gandalf's death, he was now an important part of the group, a powerful ally who was now gone. But now, as they looked back at the campfire, the sun was setting after their arduous journey across the lake.

The rays no longer illuminated the group and he saw how the gleam in her eyes seemed to have dimmed after the grief, ,,Do you want to go fetch wood with me again?” he leaned over to her without sitting close to her, his hand next to hers and brushing against hers again and again.

He knew that the others saw when they wanted to, he knew that the others saw him…that the others looked at his pretty Elbe. That the others wanted her too, but he paid attention to her, he was the only one who dared to look at her beauty like that if it was only for him. A prince with treasure for his father's appreciation forgiveness and obsession spreading in him.

She nodded and gave the group a gentle smile, reassuring the hobbits that they would be right back and they could take care of themselves before the two of them walked away from the group of hobbits that was sitting on the riverbank and into the forest.

Despite the fact that the sun had already set slightly, the leaves shone in a yellow orange and red hue making their own field and Faramir saw how his pretty light seemed to adore the forest.

Her eyes were closed, ,,I've never seen the dark streak before,” he commented as she tucked a few of her loose light hairs behind her cute pointed ears, a single cob black streak beneath the light blonde hair.

She nodded and opened her eyes to look at him, ,,The darkness that spreads the journey will be so desperate by the time we reach the mountain that even Legolas will feel uncomfortable. The connection to my home is fading…the streak a symbol of the loss and rebirth of Gandaldf” she replied and continued to walk a little ahead looking for wood on the ground but the further they walked not only seemed to move away from the others but she did not see the same darkness behind her.

As the prince's bright eyes went from her to the small old ruin an old constuction a well whatever it was a constuction of times past. But they both no they both had something together a future it was only clear that he had something special with him in that future. ,,I'll have you by my side for the future to come,” he said, moving slightly around her, seeing her sit down on the stone, seemingly feeling the past and a soft smile playing around her lips again.

,,Yes, it is good to know you are a loyal companion with us, Faramir,” she replied, a hint of naivety in her eyes, her good humor almost cute that such a high holy being was so stupid, a stupid elf made for him. His pretty queen at his side and it would only take a bow shot to kill Frodo, he would kill the hobbit himself with his hands if he got the ring that way.

She didn't see the dark cloak's hood blow off his head in the breeze, his usually bright eyes darkening as something corrupted him. The wolf of the group released his cloak and bit. Reaching his hand out to her he took hers and pulled her up from the stone she stood before him hearing her slightly confused, ,,Faramir?” before he pulled her closer finally kissing those lips as that voice inside him demanded, as that voice had demanded from the beginning.

He heard another stifled sound from her, like she wanted to say something else but was lost in the kiss. He felt her strength as she tried to break away, her voice sounding like she wanted to call for help, but with a swift push of his foot he made her topple over, her graceful manner seemingly gone in the face of a situation that was new to her. He could feel a trepidation in him at the thought that he would be her first in all her lifetime, her first and only.

A human prince, no, soon a steward who would make such a pretty maiden his. ,,Shhh not so my light I'll take care of you the others won't hurt you” he murmured to her after he had detached himself from her her body hit the leafy ground but she seemed to catch herself for a moment he saw her holler.

A fist that would have hit had he not slipped a hand under her dress and squeezed the skin of her thigh. Feeling the soft flesh in his hand, he knew now how soft she was, how soft her skin was, how beautiful his bites and kisses would look on her skin.

Her blow was little more than a light push against his chest she tried to crawl away from him the leaves crunched but he wouldn't let her shift his weight forward too hard for her to get away.

,,Faramir, please, not me-I never have,” she tried to say in her sweet belief that she could still get rid of him that way, but she cracked as the redhead laughed and his one hand, still running over her soft skin, moved closer to her hair with the other, his lips kissing her clothed breasts.

But the fabric could hardly have done any harm, it was not yet the right time to sacrifice the group for her, he would still need time. But the wolf had plenty of time to feast on her. ,,You've never been such a pretty creature, tell me?” he asked, tugging lightly on her hair and watching the warmth of shame flinch away from her body, such a pretty emotion on her, simply enchanting.

She seemed so vulnerable and almost as dirty as a human being, degrading such a beautiful creature with abilities he would never have into something despicably sentient. Heavenly. ,,Come on tell me dear,” he demanded, letting go of her hair and pulling her ear instead before biting into it, smirking when he heard her sigh and she seemed surprised by her own noises and avoided his gaze.

But he wanted to see her, wanted to see everything of her, which is why his lips ran over her breasts, the fabric showing slight dull wet spots where he ran his tongue over them, she wasn't wearing an undergarment, dangerously so when they had crossed the river…but she probably wanted it that way too. ,,Say it!” he hissed, increasing the pressure on her neck so that he could clearly hear the air sing out as she gave him a pleading look before she nodded, or at least what he thought was a nod.

She stifled a cough before admitting softly, ,,I-I've…never had a man before,” a fact he could have guessed without looking but now it seemed like an invited feast for him, for the power, for his love, for his obsession for the kindness thrown away for his apparent true nature.

His hand moved from her neck to her jaw and he turned her head to his, ,,So will I be as your first worthy of a true warrior” he gave her a hint of his inner freedom a hint of his plan a hint of his things. Satisfied, he saw her nod in fear, agreeing with him, her mind seemingly overwhelmed by the situation, ,,I'm here, just let it go my love,” he told her before his hand moved up from her thigh, pulling down the fabric of the loincloth, but he saw her seemingly trying to escape again.

He felt that light again, the warmth of that something, saw that light again on her hands, ,,An attempt at your charms my lady,” he stated firmly and simply reached up to kiss her fingers, feeling her shudder and recoil as the light of her home disappeared in such a revealing act.

His lips kissed her knuckles and he licked greedily over the palm of her hand, tasting that warm power she would love, he knew. ,,But you are enough for me,” he murmured to her before he opened the waistband of his trousers and her plea was muffled with a palm. he knew that if Legolas had heard her, he would have been here minutes ago.

He would not even have been able to touch the elf before legolas would have shot him. ,,The prince and the others might even like what they hear and therefore don't come to help,” he joked, smiling at his own words before he pushed her dress up and pulled her back towards him by the bone, so pretty in front of him, so disheveled and belonging to him.

He felt her shiver and sniffle as she cried again and his fingers brushed it away to soothe her, ,,You'll see as soon as father sees what I have, he'll agree to this marriage. He will approve of me and you will shed tears of joy dear, believe me,” he told her before he grabbed her leg over his shoulder and entered her with a final brush away of her tears.

Warm and soft was her body and tight he was her first he could almost feel the slightly warm blood flowing between them as he took her maiden head he took her for himself first.

He would have loved to give it to his father, no to the whole kingdom of Gondor what the second son the real son did. ,,I'll take ah-an Elven woman,” he murmured between heavy breaths after so long he finally had the body of a woman again, had an Elf beneath him with twisted eyes and reddish colored ears, a rapidly lowering and raising chest and her delicate hands over her lips.

The thought of having her so naked in front of him only made her even more undressed in front of all of Gondor in front of his father who gave him that grin.

That grin that the steward had when anger and injustice entered his mind, the expression of Boromir full of lust and restraint, ,,You are mine alone, do you understand?” the redhead asked from his lustful imagination, his world around him disappearing in a dream of lust and reverie. He could already hear the chains of her collar rattling and she looked unbelievably beautiful to him and only to him.

But all she did was sniffle, a low moan escaping from between her lips every now and then, and he could see that she was praying herself away. Naivety makes you vulnerable. His hand on her hip, his nails pressing into her skin, he would leave marks on her, he would mark her with his lips, his teeth, his fingers, his sword and his blood.

She would be a sign of his achievement for the first time while his father gave him the throne. But this pain seemed to be enough for the poor girl, she nodded her panting, crying, almost that of a cow, but that would be his pretty elven cow, his wife and one day the mother of his children.

Children prettier than anything in Gondor, children a sign of his love for her with the sweet light hair and bright eyes and the human stature. Everything he would do to her he would do to Gondor, everything he would do for her approval, possession and for his father.

Thoughts that drove him to take her faster and deeper, her other leg also over his shoulder, her protests drowned in his moans and her stifled cries that were barely suppressed by a kiss from him.

He took her deeper faster driven to his climax by her every sound, noise and look, his thoughts the mix of gentleness to her completely melting and sinking into those words of the power of the ring, his father and his brother.

Her hands sometimes clung to him out of fear, trying to push him away completely worthless, he saw the nipples of her soft breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands when he kneaded them against the fabric and he didn't have to look between them to see her overtaxed cunt taking him a mix of the first drops of his lust, her blood and juices.

,,Ah if-if Galadriel saw you like this…my ruined Elve whore,” he chuckled darkly between lustful noises as he sucked on her neck again, hearing her rapid heartbeat, shaking her head and a reply that only ended in another moan.

It went on like this for a few more moments as he took her as he pleased and her protests remained minimal. He knew he was getting close to his climax knew he was cumming inside her knew how scared she would be, ,,I'll stay ah-fuck you” he told her as his fingers gripped her body even tighter, his lips seeking hers and taking her pleas with him as he buried himself inside her.

He felt her tighten around him, a jolt seeming to go through her body as he stayed inside her for a few more moments while he continued to kiss her, his hands caressing her. A monster would have killed her, but a noble prince took care of his pretty whore.

Before he slowly pulled out of her, her whimper was only a small sound as he readjusted himself and stood over her. His hand caught lightly in her hair and played with it for a moment as she pulled the dress back over her uterine crown as quickly as she could.

Her eyes looked up at him and he looked down at her, ,,A stranger is not believed in a land ruled by men dear…you only have me” he said to her not seeing the shadow of his father behind him that Faramir was the true son after all as his father was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She wanted to turn away from him to be alone but he grabbed her chin and bent down to her, ,,Did you understand that? Do you understand that you belong to me?” he asked before his lips twisted into a greedy grin and he gave her one last kiss on the head.

She had nodded her head in agreement as her abandoned, tearful, bright eyes met his dark ones. He pulled away but they both knew he was right she had no one her mistress would go to the eternal lands and she had no one she had only him she had the prince…she had Faramir and was not only at his mercy but also at the mercy of dark forces.

As the red-haired man laid down his fangs like the wolf, the blood had been gleefully deposited into his flesh and he had put his hooded cloak back on as the cheerful expression put into his gaze when he saw his “friends” again and the grip on his weapon strengthened it.

The wolf in sheep's clothing waited before he struck again and ended up with the path of necessary sacrifices and corpses behind him and his queen at his side ruling over Gondor.

[mlmxreader]

A Losing Battle | Faramir x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Hello! Can I request male reader with really bad separation anxiety x faramir with prompt "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here" ? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Faramir will be married one day, but that doesn't stop you from constantly worrying about him.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of injury/fighting

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Faramir frowned when he noticed that your horse was tethered beside his, as he had explicitly told you to stay with his men when he had left; that horse would not allow any other rider in its saddle, and it vexed him to think of what possible reason you could have for showing up at the camp.

Of course, he understood that you tended to worry and panic a lot when he was gone for more than two minutes; he knew that you liked to be within his vicinity as often as you could be, and that you would sometimes find it overwhelming to be without him.

But he didn’t want you to get hurt, either; he needed you to stay back so that he could deal with the task at hand and make it back to you without needing to try desperately to keep you safe at the same time.

He tried not to think anything of it as he approached where he had been sleeping, but when he saw a rather large lump beneath his blanket, he knew that there could only be one person in the entirety of Middle Earth who would do such a thing.

Faramir didn’t mind, though, not really; when he got down on one knee beside you and gently shook you awake, he realised that he didn’t particularly feel angry for you at disobeying him, and nor did he feel particularly disappointed to find you beneath his blankets.

If anything he was relieved to know that you were still alive and that you had made it there in one piece; it made him smile when you snuggled into his blanket, taking in his scent for a moment.

Faramir knew you well enough to know that you weren’t so easily woken, and it was likely that you had fallen asleep after trying to stay up waiting for him to get back.

Perhaps any other day, he would have felt guilty for making you stir, but tonight, he just wanted to lie down beside you and know that you were there in his arms. Safe and protected, as always. 

It did take him quite a while to wake you, but when you looked up at him with your face half covered by the blanket and your eyes still blurry from sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile and to take it in for a moment.

“I do apologise for disturbing you, but erm, you do happen to be in my bed.”

“‘M always in your bed,” you muttered softly, struggling to sit upright but getting there eventually. “I’m really sorry, Faramir, I know you said to stay put and to wait until you got back, but I started thinking about, y’know, everything and I started worrying if you would be alright, and-”

“I understand,” Faramir whispered kindly. “I know that you tend to think too much for your own good. I will not shame you for that, ever.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your knees as you rested your chin on them and hummed. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” he whispered. “If you’re to be my husband one day… well, you know the rest of it. And Boromir was always the better speaker between us, anyway.”

You laughed softly, nodding as you beckoned him to sit beside you, which he did so gladfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “One day I will be your husband, and you will have to put up with me at your side constantly - regardless if you order me to or not.”

Faramir grinned as he licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Is that not exactly what happened tonight?”

“Well, either way,” you shrugged. “How do you feel, anyway? I heard from some of your boys that it was pretty brutal out there.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “We all managed to do fairly well - a few of the men were injured but thankfully nothing major.”

Immediately, you switched to sitting between his legs, your hands wandering his body to check for any piercing in his armour. “And wha-”

“I am fine,” Faramir said calmly, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close to his chest as he shook his head. “I did not suffer so much as a blow from a shield.” 

You nodded slowly, splaying your fingers out across the taught leather breastplate as you swallowed thickly and licked your lips. “Not even a bruise?”

He shook his head, putting his hands over yours. “Not even a bruise.”

“Alright,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “Just as long as you promise you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m not,” he told you softly. “I promise you, I am not hurt… although, I am a little hurt that you would try and steal my blanket from me on such a cold night.”

You smiled, shrugging as you tilted your head to the side for a moment. “Well, maybe, if you’re so cold, we could share?”

“I think that would be a good plan,” he admitted, waiting for you to get comfortable before he took his breastplate off and laid down beside you. “You know, you can just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You nodded as you snuggled into him, trying to squirm as close as you possibly could. “You promise?”

Slowly, Faramir threw his leg over you to keep you against him, and he was quick to let his arms welcome you tightly the second he could. “I always promise. Believe me, you will soon enough get sick of me.”

You laughed softly, tiredly as you pulled up the blanket so that it sat around you both, although you could feel the cold breeze against the backs of your legs. “I doubt that could ever happen, really.”

Faramir wanted to laugh, although the way you were pressed against him and the feeling of your soft breath against him was all too difficult to ignore, and he soon found himself fighting against the urge to sleep; he waited, though, only daring to admit defeat when he felt you go limp in his arms as your breathing became all too steady.

With a smile on his face, Faramir allowed himself to lose that battle. 

[whoelsehasthathair]

These two. Just saying y'know.

[spocks-titties]

Here’s my first attempt at a fan edit lol

[yeehawesome]

wake up babes my newest fictional crush has dropped

[autistook]

March 10th - Pippin meets Faramir

[justsomerandomfanfic]

If you don't mind, could I please get a Lotr matchup 🥺 I saw that your requests are open and got really excited. I'd like a male ship please! I'm a 21 year old autistic girl who uses a lot of names and aliases. I also have ADHD and am chronically ill with things like asthma, joint pain and both (mild) kyphosis and scoliosis, but I still keep surprisingly active despite it. I'm known for having pretty legendary pain tolerance too, haha. Though because I'm still disabled, I tend to be a bit of a homebody and am very attached to my home.

Personality-wise, I'm simultaneously extremely level-headed and stubborn as a bull; I make my choices wisely, but I'm also quite fierce when I feel the need to be, and I don't give up easily. I've been called wise before and I tend to give good advice, though I can also be a bit of a hermit sometimes when I don't feel like talking. I'm a weird mix between very scholarly and very active, I love working out and getting strong but I'm also addicted to learning new things and reading. I tend to collect books on witchcraft, herbalism (both for healing and poisons) and cooking. Speaking of which, I love cooking, baking, sewing, gardening, caring for horses and I work as a librarian at the moment.

My personality tends to throw people off a little, mainly because I'm very sweet and friendly but also a little off-putting. Both because I come from a family with a morbid sense of humor, and because I do genuinely enjoy messing with people a little. I'm a solid true to chaotic neutral. The kind of person who would joke about poisoning people but given that I know so much about plants you might actually get worried that I would, despite me being very friendly to you just five minutes ago. I'm just that kind of person, I guess, I like to keep people on their toes. That being said, my friendly side is no facade, and there's little I love more than helping people, I actively go out of my way to do it. I especially like feeding people and making new recipes for others to try. I'd say my major flaws are that I'm stubborn, I don't forgive easily, and I can be a little sassy and passive aggressive when I get tired or upset.

As for my appearance, I am very very short and very skinny, though I'm moreso lean since I enjoy working out. I actually have decently large biceps but it's contrasted with a Disney princess-esque waist which I find kinda funny. I have very long wavy reddish-brown hair (I describe it as “strawberry brunette”), and I wear glasses. I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection.

Alright I think that's about it! Sorry if this is too long! (Btw I think I might have requested a matchup from you before but I love your writing so much that I want to get one again, I really hope that's okay ;-;) Have a good day!

Hello! Welcome back! No worries, you can request as many matchups as you want! <333 I hope you like the matchup this time too :)

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Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

✨ You met Faramir with Gandalf and Pippin, unfortunately, Denethor doesn't really like the three of you, that's Denethor for you; but it wasn't long until you got to meet Faramir - the younger brother of Boromir, and for some reason, you both felt a connection between the two of you

✨ During your stay, you and Faramir got to know each other more, taking walks when possible and talking about your interests and even bonding over shared interests - when you told him about your collection of books on witchcraft and herbalism at home, he was impressed; you told him that one of the reasons you joined the Fellowship was because you were a good healer (other than that, you loved adventure, and could do and few spells here and there)

✨ After Faramir got shot by that arrow though, you stayed by his side the entire time, and only then - realizing how close you were to losing him - did you come to realize that you had grown incredibly fond of the young man of great quality; whilst he was in his little healing coma though, you would sit and read to him

✨ Once he had finally awakened, he was surprised to have found you by his bedside - his heart went (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ - and soon, you both found yourself courting; you would often bring him little baked goods, and Faramir would sometimes gift you books on new, interesting topics when he finds them

✨ You and Faramir are very similar to each other - being passionate, caring, and intelligent - you both are very much never gonna give each other up, or let each other down, or run around, or desert each other

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS HEADCANON

Éowyn's right arm, that had been injured by the Witch-King, never healed properly; she was able to use it to carry things and use tools, but it tired easily and she struggled using her right hand for precision work, like embroidery and drawing.

This is why when Faramir taught her to write, early in their marriage, she used her left hand.

[blade-liger-4ever]

Awwww.

"Faramir and Éowyn", by willowwaves_art on Instagram/our very own @willow-s-linda

(Not a repost - tragically, she hasn't been active on tumblr since 2020.)