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For the tolkien_weekly "Bring me Sunshine " challenge
One out of Four drabbles

Even the stoutest hobbit felt all hope dissolve when he thought his master had died. How could he go on without Mr. Frodo? How could the wisest expect ole Samwise to go on?

And finish he must because he was all that was left of the Fellowship at that moment.

He reluctantly said goodbye to his master, kissed him one last time.

Overhearing the orcs when they arrived to say that his master was not dead made him less doubtful of what had to be done.

Doubt melted away, hope returned. He had to finish the job with his master.

Current Mood: good

Made 4 of these but will post this one first. :P
For the "holding back " challenge for Tolkien_weekly

Eowyn was always doubtful of other people’s good intentions. How could she think otherwise? Her parents passed too soon; she loved her uncle, but it always seemed obligatory for him to love her and Eomer in the same way. Unconditionally.

When King Theoden was ailing, she took care of him with love and duty, but she saw love in only that way. Duty.

So when Faramir looked at her not with pity, but with utter respect and adoration, she had not felt this feeling ever before.

There was no holding back her mutual affection. Maybe there was something called love.

Current Mood: accomplished

The light spring breeze was a contrast to the wintry gusts from several days ago. Eowyn still felt the chill and shivered involuntarily. Her dreams were dark. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she was not alone.

The Steward had joined her but did not speak immediately.

She found herself speaking, “The weather is not as cool as before.”

“Spring will come soon,” Faramir replied softly looking into Eowyn’s eyes. “We will see the warmth as a sign of better times.”

And their eyes strayed to a white cherry blossom sprouting, signaling a sign of hope.

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I love HOH so much.........i know i have fic to complete in that realm too. :P :P

Current Mood: bouncy

I have a a Houses of Healing obsession and cannot lie.
Also cheers to Professor today for his b-day- i'll have separate Tolkien Day for him tomorrow.

Faramir did not know what rest was until he was relegated to the Houses of Healing as he was recovering from the battle. He was under strict orders from Ioreth and the Warden that he not overexert himself. He was not accustomed to be bedridden for so long.

“Do you know when I can at least walk in the gardens?”

“You need to regain your appetite first and show us some strength.”

He had felt weak at first, but he was determined to recover; he wanted to stay hopeful despite the despair the city and he were feeling.

“Rest now and recover your strength. You will be needed more since you are the new Steward.”

Faramir did not understand, and no one told him details of his father’s demise. Another darkness laid upon his troubled heart. How he longed for the garden to at least let him not dwell on something he could not control.

That week, he finally felt better helping himself up from bed, felt more mobility from his shoulder, finished most of his breakfast, and thus was allowed out into the garden.

He felt most rested when he saw the most beautiful being come into his life.

It's for the "Under the Mistletoe" tolkien100 challenge... so sue me. :P
(Tolkien's characters, not mine... he just wrote too little about them post Quest after a beautiful Steward and the King Chapter....)

All the signs of the mettare celebration were apparent in Minas Tirith: multi-colored lights, glass balls, wine glasses of different shapes and sizes were at the Winter Ball. Some unknown plant also hung on the ceiling.

Aragorn and Arwen were very glad to see them and were laughing as Faramir and Eowyn approached them.

“Do you know what the plant is?” Arwen asked softly.

“Why yes, it is mistletoe!” replied Eowyn with a laugh

“It is customary to kiss your true love,” said Aragorn with a smile of delight.

“Gladly would I do this,” and Faramir embraced and kissed her.

Current Mood: bouncy

The dim sounding of the horn of Gondor sent foreboding and dreadful thoughts to Faramir’s consciousness, and both he and his father did not want to state the fear and anxiety they felt about Boromir.

His father closed himself off and Faramir felt himself do the same and resort to his private thoughts when he could desensitize himself from reality. How else could he move on and lead his men in this time of uncertainty, challenge, and stress?

He imagined better days of Gondor at peace, where he could relish in the books of Numenorian poetry and history he loved. And perhaps spend some time in the gardens where he loved to plant. One day, his sword would not be used to kill, rather hung up as a memorial to show his sons and daughters they went through a darker time and now was time of peace to remember the fallen, to remember Gondor in its glory. He would tell them, “Remember Gondor in its might, and the King had returned to deliver our peace.”

But now, he had to face the enemy. Stop your daydreaming. He took a deep breath, and continued to lead, delegate and charge the Enemy.

Current Mood: FANNISH

Faramir wouldn’t have known what would happen if he had closed his eyes in weariness during these dreadful moments of trying to retake the Causeway Forts. Darkness was rampant, the enemy took advantage of obscuring the sky. Long had he had any hope left.

His men kept on the offense but only more Enemy troops infiltrated their ranks, killing at will. His hand to hand combat wavered, as he heard the Nazgul’s cry from above, filling him with cold dread, distracting him from his opponent.

Then, an arrow pierced him, he was falling from his horse and then darkness overcame.

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Tolkien didn't have much detail of the actual retreat, did he? I wished he wrote more.
This is a great gapfiller that makes me happier that someone did write about it. :D
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6726485/1/Darkness-Creeping

"Sam did not wait to wonder what was to be done, or whether he was brave, or loyal, or filled with rage. He sprang forward with a yell and seized his master's sword in his left hand. Then he charged. No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beats, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate." ~ The Choices of Master Samwise

Sam’s strength came from the anger he had acquired from being so utterly betrayed by treacherous Gollum. He did not know what strength he had or if he could match that dreadful beast, he used all his strength to take out her eye, then when she tried to smother him, he was already ready with a knife striking at her age-old hide.

The lights almost went out but saving Frodo took precedence and kept him going at that dark hour.

He almost swooned at the stench of her blood. All lights had gone out; his only thought, free Mr. Frodo.

A/N-- for the tolkien100 challenge "Lights Out"

Don’t you want the acceptance of your father? The glory of Gondor? It’s no use to be second fiddle- you are a Gondorian, true and honorable, dedicated to your country and your father. You need only bring these hobbits to your father and you will forever be remembered as the Steward’s son that succeeded.

And don’t you like the sound of success? Don’t you desire Gondor to be beautiful with its ancient wisdom and magnificence.

Claim me and you will overpower the enemy, win renown and we will all remember you. Be the best and not fall to second best.

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I think the Ring is done talking with me. I don't want to listen to it anymore. :P

Current Mood: bouncy

The rain did not stop in the Shire after the Battle. It seemed like the skies were mourning for those that have given their lives.

Sam made sure of his ol’ Gaffer, then his thoughts turned to Rosie. Dear Rosie, how she had waited for him, and he offered no explanation!

He was drawn to Rosie’s home by a familiar tune. Rosie was singing their song that memorialized the day they had first met. Joy shone in her eyes when she saw him approach.

“I’ve missed you, dear.”

“Me too, welcome home.” Embracing tightly, they continued singing in the rain.