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Title: A Certain Reputation
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Ioreth, Denethor/Finduilas, and mentions of Boromir and Faramir, briefly.
Prompt: 34: I'm in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust.
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rumors happen to the best of us.
Author's Notes: Tolkien's characters. Beware: 99.9% crack. Mentions of abortion and promiscuity, though nothing actually happens. Dedicated to luvboromir24601. She knows why.
Oh, I suppose there are rumors of it in every important family. If a man is rich enough, he will be called influential. If a man is influential enough, he will called handsome, even if he should resemble nothing better than the Dark Lord’s own behind, to an unaffected eye. If he is handsome enough, there will be wishes and bragging and rumors, all leading up to a certain… reputation. The man may be as cold as ice and try to discourage it all, but all that only makes the fire spread faster, half the time.
It is not all bad for a man to have such a reputation, you know. His enemies are awed, his friends stand taller and bolder, and his lady (or she who’s wishing to be his lady) holds herself with a bit more pride for having won his affections. Occasionally, the reputation is even deserved.
I wouldn’t know about the sons. I’d passed my prime long before they entered theirs, and every other fool girl with a family problem caught too late for me to stop wants to claim one of them as the cause for her woes. Were they doing half so much as is claimed, the city’d be ankle-deep in Hurin heirs by now. They are handsome and influential as well as rich, so it’s only to be expected, I suppose. Gossip affects the best of them as deeply as the rest of us.
Him, though? That’s no rumor. He was never free with such things, but one learns a great deal about a man when one works in the Houses. It’s not my place to be jealous of a high lady, but I’d count her lucky. I bet she did, too.
Title: A Certain Reputation
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Ioreth, Denethor/Finduilas, and mentions of Boromir and Faramir, briefly.
Prompt: 34: I'm in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust.
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rumors happen to the best of us.
Author's Notes: Tolkien's characters. Beware: 99.9% crack. Mentions of abortion and promiscuity, though nothing actually happens. Dedicated to luvboromir24601. She knows why.
Oh, I suppose there are rumors of it in every important family. If a man is rich enough, he will be called influential. If a man is influential enough, he will called handsome, even if he should resemble nothing better than the Dark Lord’s own behind, to an unaffected eye. If he is handsome enough, there will be wishes and bragging and rumors, all leading up to a certain… reputation. The man may be as cold as ice and try to discourage it all, but all that only makes the fire spread faster, half the time.
It is not all bad for a man to have such a reputation, you know. His enemies are awed, his friends stand taller and bolder, and his lady (or she who’s wishing to be his lady) holds herself with a bit more pride for having won his affections. Occasionally, the reputation is even deserved.
I wouldn’t know about the sons. I’d passed my prime long before they entered theirs, and every other fool girl with a family problem caught too late for me to stop wants to claim one of them as the cause for her woes. Were they doing half so much as is claimed, the city’d be ankle-deep in Hurin heirs by now. They are handsome and influential as well as rich, so it’s only to be expected, I suppose. Gossip affects the best of them as deeply as the rest of us.
Him, though? That’s no rumor. He was never free with such things, but one learns a great deal about a man when one works in the Houses. It’s not my place to be jealous of a high lady, but I’d count her lucky. I bet she did, too.