a christmas gift fic
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Title: Yule
Rating: PG
Characters: Faramir/Éowyn, mentions of Imrahil
Setting: The Yule just after the War of the Ring.
Summary: Éowyn awaits Faramir's return for Yule. Written for lady_boromir who wanted something Faramir/Éowyn with a Christmas theme. My first attempt at LotR.
Éowyn wrang her hands and paced the silent halls of the grand house at Emyn Arnen. Snow blanketed the outside world and the cold lay heavy both upon the bending branches of trees and also on Éowyn's heart. It was easier, with cold stones under her feet and biting air pressing at the windows, to remember the chill that once gripped her and made her forget what it was to live. She felt trapped by these walls, not because they kept her in, but because they kept him out. Faramir had been expected home days ago, he had sent word he would return for the Yule celebrations so they might travel to Gondor in order to spend the celebrations with the King and Queen as well as the Prince of Dol Amroth. These details Éowyn had turned over in her mind endlessly at first, allowing them to keep her comfort until her husband's return. But as days slipped by, she thought only to keep out the dark.
Her heart beat speedily in her chest as she recognized the sound of horse's hooves clattering up to the house. The stable hand, roused from his sleep by the sound, exchanged hurried conversation with the newcomer, but Éowyn could make out no distinct words. She remained rooted to the spot, fearing ill news. A door opened and the sound of a man's boots striding across the flagstones echoed and broke the silence of the house, as did a man's voice as he shouted out, "Éowyn?" He was answered by the sudden discovery of a fair-haired woman in his arms, who had apparently appeared out of thin air.
"I've been expecting you for days!" Her muffled voice said angrily. She was still buried in his embrace.
"Hm, yes. But see, I was held up. I had to visit the chambers of a particularly beautiful woman," Faramir could not hide his amusement at the scowl that crossed Éowyn's face as she lifted her head. "For it was only there," he continued, "that I could find a suitable gift for my lovely wife," here he pulled from his pocket a set of mother-of-pearl combs and slid one into her hair. "My mother's," he added softly.
"Bit early for Yule gifts, I haven't found yours yet," she replied, but her smile gave her away. She reached up and ran her fingertips down the side of his face.
"I had to partake in some rather unseemly espionage for yours, if anyone had caught me in Minas Tirith without my beautiful wife, I think they would have run me through. My uncle the Prince did, in fact, catch me, but spared my life on the condition I fetched said wife immediately. I took the combs and the chance and ran for my life."
"You go to quite the lengths for a little surprise," Éowyn murmured, finally releasing Faramir. He removed his cloak and Éowyn took it from him and went to hang it next to the fire to dry. His next words, however, gave her reason for pause.
"Yes, well, I find surprise to be a charming mistress, for she brought me you."
Title: Yule
Rating: PG
Characters: Faramir/Éowyn, mentions of Imrahil
Setting: The Yule just after the War of the Ring.
Summary: Éowyn awaits Faramir's return for Yule. Written for lady_boromir who wanted something Faramir/Éowyn with a Christmas theme. My first attempt at LotR.
Éowyn wrang her hands and paced the silent halls of the grand house at Emyn Arnen. Snow blanketed the outside world and the cold lay heavy both upon the bending branches of trees and also on Éowyn's heart. It was easier, with cold stones under her feet and biting air pressing at the windows, to remember the chill that once gripped her and made her forget what it was to live. She felt trapped by these walls, not because they kept her in, but because they kept him out. Faramir had been expected home days ago, he had sent word he would return for the Yule celebrations so they might travel to Gondor in order to spend the celebrations with the King and Queen as well as the Prince of Dol Amroth. These details Éowyn had turned over in her mind endlessly at first, allowing them to keep her comfort until her husband's return. But as days slipped by, she thought only to keep out the dark.
Her heart beat speedily in her chest as she recognized the sound of horse's hooves clattering up to the house. The stable hand, roused from his sleep by the sound, exchanged hurried conversation with the newcomer, but Éowyn could make out no distinct words. She remained rooted to the spot, fearing ill news. A door opened and the sound of a man's boots striding across the flagstones echoed and broke the silence of the house, as did a man's voice as he shouted out, "Éowyn?" He was answered by the sudden discovery of a fair-haired woman in his arms, who had apparently appeared out of thin air.
"I've been expecting you for days!" Her muffled voice said angrily. She was still buried in his embrace.
"Hm, yes. But see, I was held up. I had to visit the chambers of a particularly beautiful woman," Faramir could not hide his amusement at the scowl that crossed Éowyn's face as she lifted her head. "For it was only there," he continued, "that I could find a suitable gift for my lovely wife," here he pulled from his pocket a set of mother-of-pearl combs and slid one into her hair. "My mother's," he added softly.
"Bit early for Yule gifts, I haven't found yours yet," she replied, but her smile gave her away. She reached up and ran her fingertips down the side of his face.
"I had to partake in some rather unseemly espionage for yours, if anyone had caught me in Minas Tirith without my beautiful wife, I think they would have run me through. My uncle the Prince did, in fact, catch me, but spared my life on the condition I fetched said wife immediately. I took the combs and the chance and ran for my life."
"You go to quite the lengths for a little surprise," Éowyn murmured, finally releasing Faramir. He removed his cloak and Éowyn took it from him and went to hang it next to the fire to dry. His next words, however, gave her reason for pause.
"Yes, well, I find surprise to be a charming mistress, for she brought me you."