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rohirric-hunter · 7 months

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Léonys, 4 or 31?

This one turned out kinda long.

So there are elements of LotRO that indicate that ghosts have some sort of physical presence and can interact with the physical world, but it's not really confirmed, and think of the angst if they can't!

Anyway, LotRO has Situations resolve themselves juuuuust in time to keep the story moving quite a lot, and for the most part I'm willing to overlook it in the name of keeping on trucking, but the end of Instance: Vengeance of the Fallen always struck me as a little bit jarring because the very moment everyone except Faramir dies or leaves or what have you, you just conveniently manage to break free. Just then. Not a few minutes earlier, when it would have been very inconvenient, or a few minutes later, which would have been less convenient. Whole situation slaps of 'it's expensive to throw in models and animations and we're not going to do it for four seconds at the very end of this instance when we could also just have you bust yourself out.' So anyhow, this is my spin on it.

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The Bloodletter collapses against the altar and breathes his last, and you let out a shaky breath yourself. Although the Wainriders faded away what feels like minutes ago, their chill still hangs in the air, showing no signs of relenting. They feel different than the Oathbreakers from the White Mountains, colder, duller, more like anger and less like hate. You loathe that you are beginning to have a sense for this sort of thing.

You jerk against the shackles that hold your arms and legs in place, to no avail. The altar is made to hold desperate men, looking death in the eye; of course you cannot simply pull free. You pause for a moment, take two deep breaths, and then begin to run your fingers along the cuffs on your wrists. If the lock is simple enough, perhaps you can pick it, though how you are going to get a tool to pick it with into your hand, you aren't quite sure. It doesn't matter, as it turns out, because you feel no keyhole or locking mechanism on either cuff.

The Shade of Faramir, son of Ondoher, appears beside you, announcing himself with a gust of cold and wrong, and you shiver, reflecting that the chill had subsided a bit, after all. "Léonys!" he says. "What has happened?" Before you can answer, he looks about and takes in the sight before him. If his gaze lingers on the body of Burudagath a little longer than anything else, whether in fear or relief, he does not mention it. Indeed, he mentions very little, pausing only to say, "I… I cannot unchain you," before beginning to fade again.

"Wait!" you exclaim, overcome with an irrational fear that he is departing, moving on, and you will be left here alone, but he does not wait.

"I will return with help,” he says, and then he is gone, and you are alone, chained to an altar in the wastes before Mordor, shivering in the chill air.

You tug at the shackles again, twist your hands about to explore them more thoroughly, and try not to think, but there is precious little else to do. You do not know what oath or curse trapped Faramir here as a shade, and the fear that the death of Burudagath may have ended it lingers, twisting in your stomach and leaving you feeling ill. As time stretches on, another, uglier thought enters your mind; perhaps Mincham was right, and Faramir cannot be trusted. Noble though he may seem, he still lingers here when he ought to move on, and such machinations are of the Enemy. You had thought at first that he felt like Arvedui, but now you think that is not so; around Arvedui there had been a faint warmth, not comforting in itself, but comforting in that none of the other shades and spirits in the North had shared it and it had offered you some reassurance of his identity and intentions. This Faramir has no such warmth, and you feel yourself tremble as you think of it. Are you even certain he is who he says he is? Artamir had seemed sure of it, but perhaps he was mistaken. It would not be the only fell spirit with designs to pose as a long-dead king.

You tremble for another reason, too. It is cold here, atop the hill with the wind blowing over it from the marshes, and you are still stretched out across the altar, unable to huddle up and try to conserve your body heat. The chains rattle as you shiver, and you feel your muscles bunching and tensing, straining for you to shift, stretch, do something. But the shackles are hard and unforgiving, and you can do nothing but lie there, shaking from the cold and the uncertainty. You wonder if another search party might be sent to find you. Part of you hopes not; more than half of the last one had not come back, and the Host will have need of every able-bodied fighter in the morning. The other part of you reflects miserably on the hours ahead, alone with nothing but the howling wind for company. It is the thirst that will get you first, unless the Wainriders change their minds and return, or some other enemy happens across you.

"Léonys," Faramir says again, and you flinch in surprise. He looks at you in something like concern as you catch your breath. "Help is coming," he says. "I am sorry I was so long about it, but many of your allies are mistrustful of me."

"You came back," you say breathily, unable, for the moment, to address his latter comment. "You actually came back."

Faramir seems to frown. "It grieves me that I took so long," he says. "I thought to find Artamir, but I know not where he is."

"Studying the ruins at Haerondir," you say faintly, and then frown. That had been true when you had last been there, hours ago. Who knows if he is even there anymore.

"You seem unwell,” Faramir says. “I will tell them to hurry."

"No!" you say louder, more insistent this time. "Stay. Please stay. I don't want to… be alone." You very nearly say, "die alone," but bite it back before you can. Faramir said that help was coming, and you believe him, despite your doubts. His presence is not a reassuring one, but it is a presence, and that itself is comforting.

Faramir wavers a moment, and then relents, drifting closer to you. He glances again at the fallen Burudagath and then looks up, at the tattered banner that flutters above you, and seems to smile, grim satisfaction radiating from him. “For all the defilement that Burudagath brought upon it, my father’s banner resisted any final destruction,” he says. “Gondor must press on through the darkness in much the same way, it seems.” He pauses. “The folly of my past has been answered this day. Perhaps it was once true that my allies were fated to a greater end without my hand in battle, but no more.”

You twist your head and try to look at him, though it is hard to catch any detail in his wavering, translucent face. “I don’t think that was ever true,” you say quietly. “Surely you don’t think things would have turned out better here without you?” His speech was more comforting than you had expected, and having something to talk about makes you feel a little bit better.

“No,” he says. “But my presence aided nothing.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” you say. “I’m no historian. But maybe you made a mistake, but it can’t all have been bad. Every sword is of use in a war, that’s what they keep telling me. And you’ve helped me today, and those men out in the marshes. If you’re helping now, I think you were probably helping then, too.” You turn your head back to look straight up at the top of the structure above you. It is no pretty sight, but your neck was beginning to ache.

“You are kind to say so,” Faramir says.

Before you can reply, you hear footsteps nearby; someone is climbing the hill towards you. You raise your head to see who it is, and Faramir turns to face them head-on, laying a spectral hand on the hilt of his sword, out of habit, perhaps, or as a warning, as you have not seen him actually use the thing in battle. But a moment later a familiar grey hood appears, and you choke out a disbelieving laugh.

“Radanir?” you say to Faramir. “You got Radanir, of all people, to listen to you?”

“No,” Faramir says, relaxing. “Radanir tried to kill me the very moment he laid eyes on me. His companion, however, was more receptive.”

Behind Radanir, Lothrandir appears, breathing heavily, and when he crests the hill he pauses to catch his breath. You release another laugh, for it does not surprise you that Lothrandir was the one to listen to Faramir when everyone else mistrusted him. It is also born of concern, for you can see in his bearing that he is in pain, and you know he still feels many hurts from Isengard, but as you think it he straightens up, as if to belay your fears.

Radanir is already striding forward, towards you. He stops short of the altar and stoops, and straightens up with a gaudy, overly decorated key in hand. It fits the locks in the shackles perfectly and a moment later your hands are free, and you push yourself into a sitting position. “I’ve already apologized for attacking you,” he says as he sets to work on the shackles about your ankles. “And if you were one of the Enemy’s fell spirits, as I thought at first, then you would have thanked me for it.”

“I daresay I would,” Faramir retorts. “Were I not too closely occupied with the pointed end of your blade!”

The joke seems to snap something, and for perhaps the first time, you feel completely at ease in Faramir’s presence. If you want for anything, it’s warmth, but as your feet are freed and you swing them off the side of the altar, Radanir offers you a quick embrace, and Lothrandir takes you by the shoulders and looks you up and down before pulling you close himself, and if you could, if he was not still too misty thin and untouchable, you would have pulled Faramir into the embrace.

#lotro fanic #ask game #ty <3 #this one was fun #i kinda want to do something with faramir son of ondoher in twwsmr-verse #wow thats a horrible acronym #but ye

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southfarthing · 1 year

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I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY........HERE HE COMES............I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY.............................

#NEARLY THREE YEARS LED UP TO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 #FARAMIR #LOTRO #lotro spoilers

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lothrandir · 1 year

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FARAMIR I'M COMING FOR YOU 🥺😍😍👀✨🥰💛😳🧡🥹🌿🥵💕😩😇😔✌️🤪💚

#ITHILIEN BABEYYYYYY✌️ anborn sent me on a death mission before telling me the faramir deets...a fair exchange #lotro #lotro spoilers #mp

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poetry-draws · 1 year

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i'm not sure where you are in regards to being ok with drawing Potentially Spoiler-y content, but if you're cool w/ it, can i request maybe isildur and faramir 1 hangin out? 👀

Minas Morgul was fine, thanks for checking in

#bbom spoilers #black book of spoilers #lotro spoilers #faramir 1 #isildur #minas morgul spoilers #i'll just keep on it #can't tag too many #he seems like a decent guy! if a little blustery #oh for reference this is what the DEAD or ALIVE post was about lol

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masterelrond · 1 year

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Picking up the pieces after the battle

#lmao forgot to follow up on my last screenshots post #the pack survived 🫡🫡🫡🫡 minas tirith isnt doing so hot though #the rangers have me by the scruff of my neck i was so worried about them especially about my boy i was like where are you!!!!!!#then when i found him i was so relieved #loved sneaking into the city as aragorn and healing merry and éowyn and faramir the game was spoonfeeding me the Quality Stuff at that point #and then witnessing the council in aragorn's pavilion............... chefs kiss #here's to marching on the black gate!!!!!!#lotro spoilers #nori disrupts air #lotro

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incorrectlotroquotes · 1 year

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Faramir (son of Ondoher): Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

#faramir son of ondoher #incorrect lotro quotes

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emyn-arnens · 1 month

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10 Facts to Surprise My Followers

Tagged by @grey-gazania, thank you! *cracks knuckles* Here we go.

I first read LOTR when I was eight or nine. My mom only had TTT and ROTK at the time, but I was so excited to start reading that I didn't want to wait to buy FOTR or pick it up from the library and figured I could just piece together what had happened in the first book (lmao). Cracking open TTT and immediately being greeted by some guy named Boromir dying and everyone singing about him was an experience, to say the least.

I'm allergic to dragonfruit, among many other things.

I used to volunteer at my local prison.

I most likely have some scars on the top of my head from when I was a kid and a glass cookie jar fell on my head and broke. I begged my mom to not take me to the ER because I was certain they would have to shave my hair off to give me stitches, and I didn't want to go to school the next day looking like a monk.

I know someone who toured with Steve Perry.

A national newspaper wrote an article about my dog.

Despite being a dyed-in-the-wool Faramir girlie, my first LOTR crush was Glorfindel. (His hair blowing in the wind of his speed and putting bells on his horse even though the Ringwraiths are Right There was and is unspeakably hot. Sorry Faramir nation. 😔)

I have a phobia of shipwrecks.

I've been playing LOTRO since 2012 and have never made it to endgame on my main.

I enjoy public speaking, which always surprises people because I'm pretty quiet/reserved IRL.

Tagging @dreamingthroughthenoise @hobbitwrangler @afaramir @southfarthing if you want to do this!

#tag games

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thelordofgifs · 10 months

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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 2

Narmeleth vs Faramir (son of Ondoher)

Narmeleth:

Elf of Lindon & later the Gwaith-i-Mirdain; crafted & entrapped by a minor ring of power (Lord of the Rings Online character)

Narmelleth!!! I mean. She's got it all. Corrupted by the Gift Lord, Ring-forger, Bane of Fornost, Earnur's Worstie, COOL OUTFIT, Redemption Arc we didn't start the fire

she actually managed to destroy the lesser ring of power "Annatar" had used to corrupt her, which is like, SO impressive considering how long she had been under its influence. She also fought Mordirith (the steward of Angmar) and his new champion Mordrambor (a universally loathed NPC that everyone rightfully hates for personal reasons) single-handedly!! I don't mean alone, the player character was there, but I mean she did it single-handed. with one hand. she lost a hand and kept fighting. and WON!!!

Faramir (son of Ondoher):

The younger son of King Ondoher of Gondor, killed in battle along with his father and older brother. Also a character in Lord of the Rings Online.

more blorboganda later but! he's been hanging out on dagorlad as a ghost bc he snuck out to join the fighting against the wainriders with his dad and brother and they all got killed. really wants to help the rangers of ithilien once he gets out of the 'ghost who had to hang out at torture temple for a thousand years or so' fog

propaGANDA please vote for Faramir "Namesake of the Faramir we know" son of Ondoher he's got it all. Younger brother, couldn't stay behind while his family fought Mordor, rode out in disguise (sound familiar?) but died TRAGICALLY in the arms of the proto-Rohirric Commander. this is not even touching all the stuff he gets into in adaptations. Faramir I supremacy

OK no I can wax poetical on Faramir I Son of Ondoher because his is a tragedy that sets in motion the end of the Kings of Gondor (for an age or two. idk on specific but). Faramir I second son of Ondoher is not content to stay at home, doing his duty, following orders etc. etc. because he LOVES his dad and his big brother SO much. And the thing is, he really really shouldn't go. Hindsight 20/20 and all that but if he leaves there is NO ONE who can take the throne from his dad's direct line (because the Gondorian Council are punks and decide his cool sister Firiel and her extremely cool husband Arvedui can't have it on account of [handwaves] honestly). But the armies they're facing off against are serious business! They're really outmatching Gondor here. They straight up already fought his grandfather King Calimehtar, iand are back for round 2. So what does precious Faramir (I) do? He pulls the OG Eowyn, babey (and let's not forget parallels, PARALLELS about following your father (figure) and brother to war, right? she marries the NAMESAKE of this guy, incredibly cool mirroring here) and gets a disguise and rides with the Rohirrim-before-Eorl (some adaptations call this the Eotheod) to go help. Here's where things get EXTRA angsty HIS FATHER AND BROTHER ARE DEAD. He doesn't know because he's with the Eotheod, but like. The Wainriders killed them. And the Eotheod does help rout the rest of them and eventually, Earnil II future Throne-thief (but it's not his fault) gets the final victory BUT not before sweet noble Faramir is run through with a spear by the chieftain of the Wainriders and DIES IN THE ARMS OF A COMMANDER OF THE EOTHEOD. Like. That's a specific detail we have. Blorbo Blorbamir at LEAST didn't die alone and was discovered to be the prince there. So. Mr. Horse Leader gets to give the news to everyone about the poor guy that died in his arms being the son of the king. But oops! The King and brother are already dead so. Technically the King of Gondor died in his arms. What a day for him, right? Anyway this is still about Faramir who (in the LoTRO adaptation) feels such guilt that he HANGS AROUND AS A GHOST REGRETTING HIS CONTRIBUTION TO THE DOWNFALL OF GONDOR. Tragicest blorbo. Regret. Precious guy. Vote Faramir I

Round 2 masterpost

#obscure tolkien blorbo #narmeleth #faramir son of ondoher #queuevienen

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tolkien-feels · 2 years

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There Was Only One Videogame

An extremely non-comprehensive list of Tolkien siblings and how they cope with the dreaded Only One Person Can Play This Game At A Time Actually situation. Feel free to substitute computer game for videogame if you'd rather. Maybe LOTRO if you wanna get meta?

Finweans: Feanor and Fingolfin each have a console. Finarfin is supposed to share with Fingolfin but he just never plays

Feanorians: Left to their own devices, Maedhros would come up with a schedule and enforce it so that everybody gets their turn fair and square. But Feanor just buys every kind of consoles. 7 of each in fact. Probably codes some games specifically tailored for each kid.

Nolofinweans: Turgon watches Fingon play. Aredhel wants to play, Fingon says she's too young, she hits him, everybody gets grounded including Turgon. Rinse and repeat.

Arafinweans: Finrod lovingly watches Angrod and Aegnor take turns playing. Galadriel will glare at you if you suggest she plays

Sons of Galdor: Fighting over who gets to play is more fun than the actual game. Neither of them takes the fight seriously, it's just fun to bicker

Children of Hurin: Turin watches Lalaith, and since this is an au I'm gonna say he watches Nienor too. The girls take turns. Turin is willing to play if the girls need help beating a boss or something but he isn't really interested otherwise. Hurin thinks Turin is doing childhood Completely Wrong™️ and lowkey wishes all three of them would fight more? He'll praise them for how sweet they are, but he's privately worried he's doing something wrong and his children aren't having fun

The sons of Earendil: Never see a videogame until they're adults, and never really get into it

The children of Elrond: Arwen inherited her father's disinterest. The twins take turns growing up. Estel isn't a huge fan of games tbh but he'll play to bond with the twins as they give him advice

The children of Eomund: Everybody finds it mystifying that Eowyn would want to play. When Eomer lets her he offers so much unsolicited advice that Eowyn takes to playing only when he isn't around. Nevertheless Eowyn routinely beats her own records and should probably be playing professionally

The sons of Denethor: Boromir is begging Faramir to please play. Why doesn't he play. He'll teach him play. Please stop reading and play Faramir it'll be fun please

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sweetearthandnorthernsky · 9 months

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tagged by @thalion71, ty frien!!!! 💙

most hits: 'a light from the shadows shall spring' by a long shot lol (490). it's part 1 of vol 1 of my lotro long fics ft a very tired saelinriel of gondor <3

most kudos: .... also light from the shadows lmao. (second place is 'toward the door we never opened' or, faramir son of ondoher character study thingy)

most comments: 'from wilderland to western shore'/oc-tober 2022! a bunch of oneshots from misc lotro/silm ocs ranging kinda all over the place. (my favorite oneshot in there is #18 or #27)

most bookmarks: tie between 'a light from the shadows' (go figure) & 'into darkness falls a star' - morinel the noldo having a Rough time on the dagorlad.

most words: the answer for this one is. also a light from the shadows according to the stats section BUT. since ashes from the fire shall be woken (part 2 of vol 1) is already finished/just needs the rest of it to be posted, 1'm pretty sure that one will ened up being my longest so far, since it's 31 chapters as opposed to light from the shadows' 19. also. i refuse to let a light from the shadows dominate this list.

least words: like a fire in the dark (116) !! one of my like. 2 finished sw fics, and featuring my revan-from-kotor just before discovering one of the star maps for the first time and swan diving into the dark side <3

it has been. a day so brain tired and not able to complete the equation of 'friends who write + friends who have not been tagged = friends who write and friends who haven't been tagged' so please feel free to jump in!

#tag game #3/6 are technically alfs and idk how to feel about this lmao

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hallothere · 10 months

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35 for faramir 1 + a friend?

oh ho ho (this did get kinda dark-wth-a-happy-ending tho)

"You deserve better than this. You deserve better."

"I do, do I? And you know so much about me and what I deserve?"

The stranger pushed his words away. He swatted them like flies, looked confused, and then made the motion again. "I am not... all myself. My thoughts are muddled, yes, but I know this much. You need not share my fate. I earned--"

He rolled again as if to be sick, but neither of them had eaten recently. Dagoras held on. The stranger shook, clutching alternately between his head, his throat, his chest, his stomach- there seemed to be too many sources of pain for him to cope with at once.

"It will be vile torment," he spoke again, "and I can do nothing to stop it. I will-" the words didn't want to come, "-have to watch you die. You who have shown me nothing but kindness."

Dagoras almost chuckled. Such a pronouncement might've been avoided in order to bolster his spirits. But the man before him was so consumed in misery that he couldn't manage at manners. He was sick or hurt or both, and deeply. Sick at heart perhaps, and in such a state of dread that he could not stand.

Dagoras had expected to find missing scouts in this hidden vale, not prisoners. And he had not expected to become a prisoner himself. But, he had not come alone, and his companions had not come unwary.

Finally, the man opened his eyes. The hollow, desperate look took him aback. It reminded him of a man starved, of a corpse's misery.

"I will beg." The stranger said. "I will throw myself at his mercy. Then, you will have to run, for he will not heed me. He will let me try for as long as I can before killing you. So you must make good your escape." He reached within the bundle of spare linens that made up his clothes.

"Take this." It was a piece of metal, a sliver no longer than his hand. "I would rather it serve you."

Take it he did, though Dagoras did it more to ease the poor man's nerves than anything else. Their situation didn't seem so dire as all that, though the stranger sounded like he knew a lot more about this place than he.

"Who is it that you're so afraid of?" Dagoras asked. "It's better if I know the man I'll have to kill to free us."

The stranger started to shake. "Please. Please run instead. I have seen too many." He gripped Dagoras' arm and fought down another heave. "I will not survive much more. Run and save yourself. Burudagath-"

"Burudagath?" Dagoras interrupted. At least his suspicions that the man was Gondorian were confirmed. "I know that name. He was killed before his own altar, slain by the shades of wainriders. Under the very banner of Ondoher he defiled. Many men and artifacts of Gondor were saved, and will be restored." His voice softened in sympathy. "Were you his prisoner there?"

Now the man was trembling in earnest. He looked as if he might shake apart, like a stack of wine glasses in the back of a cart.

"I have a friend in the vale." Dagoras tried a different tack. "And my 'cousins' in the White Company. They know I've been gone. I've been rescued from worse traps than this. They will come for us. And Mithrandir! He's in the area too. Burudagath is gone, and our allies will see this evil undone."

At some point the trembling man had stilled, though he stared at the floor instead of at Dagoras. His eyes flicked back and forth across the ground, then at his hands. It wasn't clear if he was listening, or if he was back in the muddled state Dagoras had met him in.

"Where are you from?" He tried again. "I have only seen some of Gondor- and that briefly- so I would be glad to accompany you to your home."

At first, the man's reply was so soft Dagoras couldn't hear it. "I'm sorry, these old ears aren't quite as sharp as they used to-"

"Minas Anor."

The answer and the voice were much clearer. He blinked. There was only one Minas Anor he knew, and that was in the record halls.

"I swore to perform my duty to Gondor in the walls of Minas Anor." The man sounded distant, but sturdier. "I fell under the spear of the wainrider chieftain, and languished on the plain of Dagorlad." He turned to Dagoras with a haunted, but more lifelike look in his eyes. "I fought and charged the hill of my father's final stand. I came before the bloodletter... before the bloodletter undaunted and then--"

He looked around as if seeing their surroundings for the first time. Now it was Dagoras' turn to feel the apprehension rise.

"By the cradle of Morloth..." he said, and a shiver ran down Dagoras' spine.

#lotro #ask games #faramir son of ondoher #dagoras #i mean! presumed happy ending #you don't morloth only to require a second morloth #fic tag

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