#faramir is worthy

[imjusta-girls-things]

i want to talk about how the first time "a chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor, to show his quality" was said to Faramir, it was with intent to mock him, to put him down and humiliate him. his father wanted to show him just how useless and unworthy he thought Faramir to be, that he needed to prove his 'quality' and that he's not good enough to call himself his son and never will be.

When Faramir gets a hold of Sam and Frodo, he immediately thinks that bringing them to his father will prove his 'quality' and that he may become worth something in his eyes. that maybe denethor will be proud of him for doing this one thing right.

In the end, he realises the importance of their journey and does not what his father would think is right, but what he thinks is right. Sam says those words as the highest compliment and with biggest respect. He helped Faramir see that the word 'quality' means much more than what his father says. He's done good by them and it meant so much to both Frodo and Sam. I can't imagine what he felt hearing that he finally finally did something right, something good and that he's shown the very highest quality.

His face shows just how much those words meant to him.

#if you think about it faramir is the reason the ring got destroyed #sam deserves the world #faramir deserves the world #denethor deserves worse. #there are not enough words to describe my hate for that man. #faramir #frodo #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #faramir captain of gondor #i love him so much #faramir is worthy #lotr #lotr: two towers #lord of the rings #lord of the rings: the two towers #thanks for coming to my ted talk

[emyn-arnens]

For Charity

Minas Tirith hosts its first-ever Charity Auction for Widows and Orphans of the War. Some of the participants are less enthusiastic than others. Feat. Boromir, Faramir, Éomer, Aragorn, Éowyn, Lothíriel, and Imrahil, with a side of Eothiriel. 2k. Also on AO3. I was inspired by @emilybeemartin's art of Boromir in a wet shirt and @hobbitwrangler's tags on the post, and this happened.

Boromir picked up the shirt laid out upon his bed. It was a flimsy white thing, hardly worthy of being called a shirt. And it was, according to Faramir, explicitly required. With a long-suffering sigh, Boromir pulled the shirt over his head. For charity, he reminded himself.

He looked down at himself. Every inch of his skin showed through the shirt. He might as well not be wearing a shirt.

As he left his room, Boromir refused to look in the looking glass that hung upon the wall.

Catching sight of Faramir turning down the corridor, Boromir raced to catch up. “You must do everything you can to ensure that Éomer wins,” Boromir said, falling into stride with his brother.

Faramir turned and laid his hand on Boromir's shoulder, smiling broadly. “Dear brother, the outcome is in the hands of the crowd. Do not expect to get special privileges from me merely because I am your brother. I have only a small role in the event as it is.” 

Boromir groaned.

With a chuckle, Faramir clapped Boromir on the shoulder and started off down the hallway again. “But fear not!” Faramir said over his shoulder. “Éowyn and I have plans set in place.”

“What sort of plans?” Boromir called after him.

“You will see,” Faramir said evasively. Boromir could hear the laughter in his voice.

Not for the first time, Boromir wondered if it might have been better to have fallen in battle than to deal with Faramir and Éowyn’s machinations.

The sky above the Pelennor was grey and sunless. A fine mist of rain fell over the field, where brightly colored tents and canopies dotted the ground around the outer wall of the city in anticipation of Minas Tirith’s inaugural charity auction for the widows and orphans of the war. Many of the onlookers gathered underneath the tents, little deterred by the weather. From the conversations Boromir caught as he walked by, it sounded as if they were already placing their bets.

Éomer beckoned Boromir to join him near the stage. He had rolled up the sleeves of his own flimsy shirt, revealing his forearms. Beads of water clung to his hair, and his shirt, stuck to his skin from the misty rain, left little to the imagination.

A glance at his own shirt told Boromir that he looked much the same. Blast this auction.

“Why are we doing this again, Éomer?” Boromir grumbled.

“It’s for charity,” Éomer said without looking at him. His gaze was fixed to the right, where Éowyn and Lothíriel sat beneath a canopy, reclining upon cushions and eating from a bowl they shared between them. “It’s for widows and orphans.” Éomer turned with unnecessary force, sending his hair fanning about his shoulders—Boromir suspected for Lothíriel’s benefit, for she and Éowyn watched them with great interest—as he turned to face Boromir.

The distance was not so great and the drizzle of rain not so thick that Boromir could not see the way that Lothíriel’s gaze followed Éomer appreciatively. She and Éowyn bent their heads together and whispered furtively.

“I am not certain the widows are here solely for the charitable donations they are about to receive,'' Boromir said, for indeed many of the widows, gathered next to the stage so that donors might see those they were assisting, looked upon Éomer, Boromir, and the other men of Rohan and Gondor assembled near the stage with open admiration and many a wandering glance.

“All the better for them.” Éomer grinned.

Boromir picked at his shirt. The fabric only clung to his skin even more. “Must these be so thin?”

Footsteps sounded behind them. “You have stayed in fine form, my friend,” said the king’s voice, tinged with laughter. Aragorn stepped into view and thumped Boromir on the back. “I am certain the widows are appreciative.” He clasped Boromir’s shoulders firmly and looked him up and down. His lips twitched with barely contained laughter. “Very appreciative, indeed.”

Boromir crossed his arms and bit his tongue.

“You should stand that way on the stage,” Éomer put in. “It’s very flattering.”

Boromir quickly uncrossed his arms.

Aragorn laughed. “Good luck, my friends.” He bade them farewell and went to join Arwen.

Imrahil’s voice rang out over the fields, bidding the onlookers welcome and laying out the rules of the auction. The crowd was to bid upon who they thought was the most handsome of the men of the Mark and of Gondor, and all proceeds would go to the widows and orphans. “And the prize of this auction,” Imrahil said, pausing for effect, “is a kiss from the man who has received the highest bid. He shall bestow it upon the willing recipient of his choosing.”

Boromir heard more than one sigh from the direction of the audience.

Boromir had already decided that if he were to win, he would bestow the honor upon Beregond’s young daughter, Míriel, who was starstruck by her Uncle Boromir and Uncle Faramir. (Beregond and his wife, Idhres, had chastised her many times for calling the princes thus, but Boromir did not mind.) The rules, after all, did not state the nature of the promised kiss. A kiss upon the forehead or hand was still a kiss.

Faramir stood behind the stage, directing the men into a single line. He had declined to participate on the grounds of being a married man.

Would that Boromir had such an excuse. Bachelorhood had its disadvantages.

Imrahil introduced the first man, one of Éomer’s former Éored, if Boromir was not mistaken, though ahead of him Éomer seemed not to notice. Members of the audience shouted bids, and Imrahil recorded the highest in his ledger.

The bidding continued on in a drone of voices. Boromir paid no mind to it.

Éomer stomped impatiently and tugged at the low neck of his shirt. He turned to Boromir. “How do I look?” If Boromir did not know Éomer so well, he might have said that his friend seemed nervous. But Éomer had never been one to fear.

“Wet. Nearly shirtless.” The mist had turned to a light rain by now, and their shirts had become entirely translucent. Boromir pushed his dripping hair from his face.

“Do you think—” Éomer was cut off by Faramir gesturing for him to ascend the steps to the stage.

Boromir waved Éomer away. “Go. Take all of the bids for me.”

Éomer climbed the stairs, and Imrahil announced him. “And now, the King of the Mark! Who will bid upon this paragon of Rohirric—”

“Virility!” The shout came from the direction of Éomer’s guardsmen, who nudged each other and laughed, saluting their king with their steins of ale.

“Virtue,” Imrahil finished drily, though Boromir knew the man well enough to recognize the slight twitch in his lips that belied his humor.

The men of Rohan booed good-naturedly.

“Do I have a bid for Éomer King?” Imrahil called.

“We will bid!” several voices shouted. 

Boromir squinted through the rain. Three men were standing up in the middle of the crowd—his cousins. That meant trouble.

“What is your bid?” asked Imrahil, sounding suddenly weary.

“Two hundred castars,” Amrothos said. Only a prince’s purse—or several, as it were—could bear to part with such a sum. And it was, to Boromir’s dim recollection of the morning’s bidding, the highest bid that had been named yet.

“Does anyone have a higher bid?”

Silence fell over the onlookers.

Imrahil sighed. “Very well. Bring your money to the collection table to be counted.” He noted the sum in his ledger.

Faramir gestured for Boromir to climb the stairs to the stage. Clearly biting back laughter, he patted Boromir’s shoulder. “Good luck.”

“I have no desire for good fortune,” Boromir groused.

“Then I wish you luck in losing.”

Boromir climbed the stairs to applause from the crowd.

Imrahil smiled warmly at him, then turned to the crowd. “Who will bid upon Gondor’s very own captain?”

Various voices shouted bids, but none reached the sum named by Imrahil’s sons. Boromir breathed a sigh of relief and descended the stairs on the opposite side of the stage, picking out Éomer in the crowd and moving toward him.

Éomer clapped him on the shoulder. “You need not have feared.”

Boromir shook his head, laughing. “My cousins seem intent on your winning. Knowing them, they have contrived some plot.”

Éomer stilled.

Boromir studied him, recalling Faramir’s words that morning. Perhaps his and Éowyn’s plan was connected to whatever Imrahil’s sons had concocted. It would be very unlike his brother, who had never had close friendship with their Dol Amroth cousins, but it was possible.

Éomer’s affection for Lothíriel, and hers for him, were readily apparent to all. Imrahil’s protectiveness of his only daughter was equally apparent and had appeared to be a sticking point in anything coming of their feelings for each other.

Hiding a smile and leaving Éomer to his worries, Boromir turned to watch the rest of the auction. He had had no need to fear, indeed.

The last bid was called, and Imrahil tallied the bids in his ledger. Éomer had grown steadily paler during the rest of the auction, and he now was visibly fidgeting.

“The bids have been tallied!” Imrahil’s voice rang out over the field. “Éomer King received the highest bid. Please come to the stage and make your selection.”

Éomer walked to the stage with all the enthusiasm of a man headed to the gallows. Sudden movement at the front of the audience caught Boromir’s eye. Amrothos and Erchirion had moved to stand in front of something—or someone. 

Boromir glanced at the tent where Éowyn and Lothíriel had been sitting. Lothíriel was gone, and only Éowyn and Faramir stood beneath the tent, whispering to each other.

“Who do you choose, Éomer?” Imrahil said.

Éomer stood before the stage looking far less confident than he had earlier that morning.

“Perhaps our sister?” came a shout from the crowd. Amrothos and Erchirion pushed Lothíriel in front of them.

Éomer froze. Imrahil crossed his arms, visibly displeased.

Boromir bit back a laugh.

“She is very beautiful, do you not think?” Amrothos pushed Lothíriel closer to the stage until she stood an arm’s length away from Éomer.

Éomer appeared to be having difficulty speaking.

Whispers ran through the crowd.

Éomer finally stirred and reached out to take Lothíriel’s hand in his. He bent and quickly kissed her hand, then stepped back.

But Lothíriel did not pull away. Rather, she tugged on Éomer’s hand and drew him closer, then kissed him sweetly upon the lips. Her brothers erupted in hoots and hollers, and the crowd broke out in cheers.

Imrahil’s frown deepened.

Lothíriel stepped away from Éomer, looking only slightly abashed, and mouthed an apology to her father.

Éomer stood like a man knocked over the head.

“That concludes the Charity Auction for Widows and Orphans of the War,” Imrahil said at last, just barely audible over the excitement of the crowd.

Smiling and shaking his head, Boromir stepped away and made his way to Faramir and Éowyn’s tent, where they stood clapping.

Boromir joined them. “Could you not have told me of your plans beforehand?”

“And risk spoiling our plans? Look how happy they are,” Éowyn said. Indeed, Éomer seemed more at ease surrounded by Lothíriel’s eager brothers and bolstered by the cheering of the crowd, and Lothíriel was smiling widely.

“They only needed a little nudge,” Faramir agreed.

“I am surprised you took part in this conspiracy,” Boromir said to his brother.

Faramir wrapped his arm around Éowyn’s waist. “I wish for everyone to have the happiness that I have found. And it was Éowyn and Lothíriel’s plan.” That was less surprising. Éowyn and Lothíriel were fast friends.

Faramir patted Boromir's shoulder. “Did you really believe that I would let you suffer so?”

“Yes,” Boromir said.

Faramir and Éowyn laughed gaily. “It will be your turn next time,” Faramir said with a grin.

Boromir cuffed him.

#also featuring questionable depictions of auctions for the sake of shipping #this is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing i've ever written #enjoy #lotr #boromir #faramir #eomer #eowyn #lothiriel #imrahil #aragorn #my fic

[oldshrewsburyian]

My LOTR reread has brought me to the chapter where Éowyn and Faramir meet/become friends/fall in love. I love them; also JRRT goes so hard; how does he convince me to be super-invested in this relationship in the space of 5 pages? magic.

Anyway! my main point here was going to be: everyone rightly praises how this relationship development reveals Faramir's tenderness, his gentleness, his clear-sighted compassion. All of this is true and worthy of praise. But I believe that perhaps we are overlooking the extremely endearing fact that for all these good qualities, Faramir, Captain of Gondor also has exactly zero chill where Éowyn is concerned.

#lotr emotions #rotk #did i 1) tear up 2) swear violently around a mouthful of toast while reading this chapter this morning? yes. yes i did #also!!! the fact that éowyn only gains MORE confidence in herself over the course of these same 5 pages #as she gradually becomes able to envision the possibility of a future with faramir #so (she says) are you going to be okay if you get teased forever for marrying a 'wild shieldmaiden'? (the answer is yes) #i love her i love them

[torchwood-99]

What I love is that Eowyn's desire for renown for her deeds is validated and fulfilled. She knows she is brave and skilled and worthy of respect, and that any man with her abilities would be honoured and gain renown. She knows it's unjust that as a woman she's denied the same opportunity to do so.

And when she goes to war, and it's grim and she suffers, but she does something incredible. She proves she has equal right to be there, that her skills and abilities are in no way diminished for being a woman, and she proves pivotal by slaying the Witch King.

And she gets renown for this. No ifs, no buts. And although she suffers in the aftermath of the war, the renown she wins is unequivocally a good thing, a light in the darkness. Something owed to her, that she receives in abundance. Eomer says she deserves to lie in equal state of honour as their uncle, when she's carried with Theoden people bend their head in respect and grief, thinking she's dead, when she recovers Gandalf celebrates the recovery of "so valiant a lady."

And most crucially, when Faramir is declaring his love for her, when he's explaining why he doesn't love her out of pity, he speaks of her valour, her deeds which have won her renown and will not be forgotten, and he says this shortly before Eowyn's gloom is lifted.

And in my book at least, the last mention of Eowyn in the appendices is revealing how she was renowned along with her brother, because she fought also and was remembered with the banging title "Maiden of the Shield Arm".

Yes, sometimes, valour without renown is important. Fighting because it's right, not because it will make you famous is important. But at the same time, if the only reason you're denied renown, denied respect equal to your male peers, is because of something as fundamentally unjust as "it's because you're a woman", defying that and getting that renown is also important, and actually incredibly necessary. Women do get overlooked, undervalued, and Eowyn was completely right to say "not anymore."

And think of how many girls grew with Eowyn as a heroine, enjoying her for her strength and her accomplishments and her achievements, loving that there was a heroine in a great fantasy epic who didn't let herself be side lined because she was a woman. Think of how wonderful she was for girls like us for those reasons, and imagine what having a famous heroine meant for the girls in universe.

#LOTR #Lord of the Rings #Eowyn #Eowyn x Faramir #Faramir x Eowyn #Farawyn #meta

[velvet4510]

Éowyn and Faramir deserve to be on the list of Top 10 literary couples.

Two people who have been vastly underestimated and forced into the shadows their whole lives for being “not good enough” because of who they are, because their identities are inherently incompatible with even their loved ones’ perception of someone worthy of true respect. Then they meet. And in each other, they only see someone who is beautiful and valuable and wonderful. Who is enough. And they spend the rest of their lives never letting each other forget it.

They are on par with Elizabeth and Darcy, and I will forever stand by this statement.

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #faramir x eowyn #faramir #eowyn of rohan #farawyn #literary couples #eowyn #eowyn x faramir #lotr eowyn #lotr faramir

[whiteladyofithilien]

White Ladies

Okay so I find it fascinating how Faramir first uses the title "white lady" to refer to Galadriel of Lorien and then later gives it to Eowyn. To me it seems to signify that he holds her in an equal esteem to the Lady of the Golden Wood. Which just wow.

And in a way Eowyn is to Galadriel what Faramir is to Aragorn. Not in a sense of lineage but as Faramir is described as less lofty but no less noble so too one could compare Eowyn to Galadriel. Less ancient and remote but no less fair or brave or worthy of admiration. Faramir sees Eowyn as both a warrior heroine worthy of being the blissful queen of a realm but also as a flesh and blood woman with hurts and sorrows and desires.

#eowyn of rohan #eowyn #faramir #faramir x eowyn #captain of gondor #captains of gondor #gondor #rohan #shield arm of rohan #white lady #white lady of Rohan #white lady of Lorien #lorien #lothlorien #galadriel #lady of the golden wood #elves #tolkien #tolkien elves #lord of the rings #lotr #jrrt #jrr tolkien #Faramir fangirl #i do not desire the speech of living men

[fangirl-erdariel]

If you were given the job of 'showrunner of a show about Faramir' what would you do?

Oh that's a fascinating question, thank you! I will freely admit that I don't necessarily consider myself the most knowledgeable person about Faramir or the best at writing him even in my immediate fandom circle, so this is unlikely to be anything particularly groundbreaking or interesting, but I'll give it a shot

I think, since you've not given me specific limitations on when in the timeline this will be set, and that I would go for a show that focuses on Faramir in the months leading up to Boromir leaving for Rivendell, ending with that event. Not that a show about him in the times after the War of the Ring wouldn't be fascinating, but I don't think it's something I'd be very good at writing. And I'm not necessarily interested in following the story through the events of LOTR, either. So, like I said, following Faramir in the times leading up to the event that basically ties him and Boromir so tightly into the events of the story.

Wouldn't be a very long show, obviously, with that sort of time frame, but I'm a firm believer in deciding on the limits of the story you want to tell and narrowing it down to something you can manage, before starting to tell it. (Let's ignore the fact that I don't actually do that irl when I write fanfic, I just sit down and write and see what happens; the imaginary me who is a showrunner of a tv show is obviously more organized than the real life me anyway.) Not everything needs to be ten seasons long. And you could still get a full-length season or two out of even that premise, I think.

I would probably go for a somewhat episodic problem-of-the-week format, but with some overarching themes and plotlines developing across the whole show. I can't off the top of my head give you a list of episodes or their synopsis (how do you pluralize that? synopsis? synopses? synopsises? why is English so difficult), but, you know, most episodes probably focusing on the various troubles of leading the soldiers in Ithilien, one episode focused on the planning of an attack on an enemy troop that will be moving through, another of "how the f*ck has the enemy been managing to constantly mess with our supply lines that we thought were secure and how do we stop them from doing that", maybe one of the classic "there's a spy among our midst but who is it??" plot, one where Faramir has to handle a bunch of young inexperienced soldiers who are either uncertain or too reckless and eager to pursue glory and probably going to get either themselves or other people killed if he can't get them to get their act together. And so on and so forth, I'm sure you get the gist. Probably mix it up sometimes and have some episodes set in Minas Tirith, maybe a couple bringing Faramir on some errand to more southern parts of Gondor, too. Ithilien episodes would probably have elements of military drama, Minas Tirith episodes elements of political drama.

I think the second-to-last episode of the show would have the first time Faramir has the dream that'll send Boromir to Gondor, and would have the attack on Osgiliath and that whole thing. And the absolute last episode would be just focused on the dream and what to do about it, and would see Boromir leaving on his journey.

I think one thing I'd explore a lot would be the differing ways that other characters see him. Both in terms of the relationships with his family, the way that he is a beloved little brother to Boromir but always the less capable and worthy in Denethor's eyes, but also in terms of outside that family circle. Like, we see in the books that he is adored by the people, and that he is greatly respected by the soldiers under his command, he is a captain they are glad to follow, a skilled leader who is able to keep troops from panicking and retain good order even in difficult, chaotic situations.

And then, going off of that, how does all that compare to the way Faramir sees himself? How does the place he is appointed by those around him fit, or not fit, what he himself would want to be, if he could choose? Even people who love or admire you can still view you in ways that aren't entirely true, or treat you in a way or put you in situations that you find constraining or poorly fit for you, and I think playing with that with Faramir could be interesting. I think I might go for making one of the conflicts carried through the show be that while Boromir loves Faramir, he doesn't always quite treat him as a responsible adult and an equal, but a little brother to be protected and watched over and helped, and for all that Faramir also loves Boromir, it's still frustrating. And though Boromir does insist on being the one to make the journey to Rivendell because he's older and stronger and doesn't like the idea of Faramir going off alone on a long journey to the unknown, it is still in some ways also an admission on his part that he trusts Faramir to be responsible and clever and capable enough to be in charge of the lives of soldiers and of various duties Boromir has that will fall on Faramir in his absence, without Boromir's constant oversight and being always somewhere near enough to come to his aid.

Besides that, I think I would like to incorporate hope and despair as one central theme, seeing as it's also so very central to LOTR. Also, this isn't anything about deep themes or being clever or whatever, it's really just self-indulgence, but I think I'd like to incorporate songs and poetry the characters actually sing and recite into the story. Just, like, whatever, military marches, funeral laments, narrative stuff sung to pass the time, people competing on who can most accurately memorize some tricky poem just for the hell of it, all that. Like, Middle-Earth just has music so intrinsically bound into the stories and it's an aspect of the books I really love, but so few adaptations incorporate it much at all! (I am tooootally not jealous to my mom because she got to see the 1988/-89 LOTR play that actually included a bunch of the poems from the books set to music, totally not, why are you asking)

Also, can we cast Luke Pasqualino as Faramir? No particular reason except that I think he's pretty

Geez, that got long ':D Idk how much sense any of that makes, but, hey, thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble!!

Out of curiosity, if you were given the same job of being a showrunner for a show about Faramir, what would you do with it?

#answered ask #cycas #faramir #lotr #lord of the rings #middle-earth #headcanons #meta #honestly idk if this fits either of those last two tags but idk what else to tag it either

[afaramir]

do you think that faramir when he is steward, first of his house to abandon ruling from the title, ever thinks about his father and feels pity? for a lot of things, for sure, but what I’M thinking about is. well i think he thinks of boromir and knows that wherever he is, that that foremost dream of his, to see gondor safely through the war, for the sun to gleam again off the great spike of minas tirith - it has come true. he only wishes his brother could have lived to see it. but his father - if he had lived he would be appalled, by the gondor he would see. his house reduced to the hand of a king he never would’ve accepted, who had ended one war and promptly begun another. his son may have lived but he has defied his father’s wishes one last time, accepting the return of the king. for faramir at least right after the war everything he has ever dreamt of is coming true. minas tirith a queen among queens, with a king he sees as wise and true and worthy of his rule. his sacrifices have been worth it at last. but he Knows that to the man himself his father’s sacrifices would not have been. boromir died with some hope. his father died with none. he wishes he could think that his father may have died in despair but gods-willing, might look down upon the world and be at peace. maybe he is - faramir will never know. (there are many parts of his father’s mind that he had never had the time or the will or enough of a relationship with him to understand, and now he never will). but he does not think so. and for that he pities him, and knows that his father would hate it, and yet cannot stop himself from feeling it. it’s only one part of the incredibly complicated mess of emotions that i’m sure faramir feels whenever he considers his father but i simply think that it is there and denethor would’ve absolutely despised it and ohhh god the tragedy continues even after the relationship is over and gone and irreparable!

#.txt #this gets a little poorly worded towards the end i couldn’t quite work it out. but. Augh #i had this thought and stood in the middle of my bedroom staring into space for five minutes attempting to word it #and then spent 40 minutes writing this post and am now late to where i’m supposed to be. Well. #making myself a Keep Honking I’m Crying About Denethor II Twenty Sixth Steward Of Gondor bumper sticker #for the car that i do not own #anyway. i believe this so fervently. #the tragedy continuing on because faramir lives to continue it. even though he will never get to reconcile anything with denethor #he lives and so denethor lives on with him. jesus christ that makes me feel crazy. genuine shrimp emotions out here #Happy Saturday I’m On My Bullshit Again #denethorposting #faramir

[camille-lachenille]

Day 30 of All of Arda is Autistic:

Prompt: acceptance

Rating: Gen

CW: internalised ableism, reported ableism, Denethor being a terrible father offscreen

The room’s door opened and closed with a soft clic. “Faramir? Fara?” Boromir’s voice was worried as he padded toward the bed. Faramir did not answer and simply tightened the blankets around him. The mattress dipped at the foot of the bed. “Tell me what happened, Fara, please,” his brother pleaded. The silence stretched between them but Faramir was glad for his brother’s presence.

Yet, after some time, Boromir stood up and left the room. Faramir blinked tears away and curled up a little more on himself. Even his big brother couldn’t stand him. Only his mother had ever truly understood him, but she wasn’t there anymore and Faramir was left alone like a broken toy.

The mattress dipped again and a soft weight landed over him, making Faramir startle a bit and opened his eyes. Boromir was sitting beside him, carefully arranging their mother’s blue cloak with silver stars on top of the blankets without touching him. Faramir melted under the familiar garment, trying in vain to catch what was left if his mother’s perfume on the fabric. “Thanks,” he whispered.

Boromir smiled and held his hand out in a silent question. Faramir nodded and pressed his head into his bother’s hand, revelling in the feeling of fingers combing through his messy hair.

“Do you want to tell me?” Boromir asked, now looking serious. Faramir bit his lip. It was nothing out of the usual, really. And his father had been right to scold him for that. And yet…

“Father said that I have to stop rambling about Númenor’s history like a freak each time someone mentions a tradition of Gondor or ask a simple date.” he explained, his voice barely audible. And it felt like a heavy weight lifted from his chest as he told Boromir everything. “I don’t understand. Father called me his clever boy, before… before mum died,” he concluded. “But now, I’m never good enough. It’s always too much or too little. I act too childish, don’t know how to behave in public and so on…”

There was a silence where Boromir never ceased running his hand in his brother hair, before he sighed deeply. “You are worthy, Fara. So, so worthy. Father… he shouldn’t say these things to you. You are not a freak, nor childish. You are Faramir, and you are clever, passionate about ancient lore, shy but kind and always polite, and the best brother I could wish for.” Boromir declared in a fierce tone. “Can I hug you?”

Faramir didn’t even bother to answer as he bolted up and flung himself in his brother’s arms, effectively knocking both of them flat on the bed. Boromir laughed and held him tight as he sat up again. The sound made something break in Faramir and he started crying on his brother’s shoulder. “Thank you, Boromir. Thank you so much,” he managed after a while. “Love you.”

“I love you too, little brother.”

Faramir is 12 or 13 years old, and Boromir 17-18 years old. I love the relationship between them so much!

And this challenge is done! It’s the first time I try a writing challenge with prompts and I am mightily proud I managed to complete it, especially since April was so hectic. But sitting down (almost) every day to write about characters I like so much was very pleasant and gave me the opportunity to explore some thematics/characters/relationships I wouldn’t have written about normally. And I think that the very, very short ficlet about Maeglin might be amongst my favourite fanfics I wrote. Thank you so much @all-of-arda-is-autistic for organising this event and proposing a prompt list!

#all of arda is autistic 2023 #tolkien #the lord of the rings #faramir #boromir #boromir and faramir #autistic character #my favourite brothers #acceptance #autism acceptance #ficlet #writing prompt

[goldkirk]

LOTR fanfics that have rocked my socks

@krowepoison, this one's for you!

Fate & the High King's Falcon, by Baylor

Pippin recovers from his injuries following the battle at the Black Gate.

life comes breaking in!, by InfiniteCalm

Frodo, in the blessed realm, writes a book.

This generates a lot of interest (from old friends and new).

title from quote from v woolfe's diary: "I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual"

These Thirteen Days, by Barrowight

While Frodo and Sam lie unconscious after their journey to Orodruin, the remaining members of the Fellowship encounter despair, conflict and unexpected mirth as they watch over their sleeping friends.

Reunion at Cormallen, by shirebound

Frodo and Sam’s first night awake at Cormallen, and an unexpected adventure with the Fellowship at Faramir's refuge. A more gentle, lighthearted tale.

Over Sea, by amaruuk

Frodo was given the gift of healing in the Blessed Realm. What happened to him, and those he loved, after the White Ship sailed out of the Grey Havens?

Mark of a Warrior, by starryeyedknight

Those Riders who had made up the honour guard of Theoden’s body from Minas Tirith sat about the main hall, breaking their fast as they traded quiet jests about the night before. Until they were interrupted by something very small, and very angry. 

“Alright, which one of you colossal bastards," Merry demanded, waving his abused arm, “is responsible for this?”

After the funeral for Theoden, Merry wakes up to a problem experienced by many a young man after a night of heavy drinking. The ink on his arm doesn't appear to be washing off… 

A White Coverlet to Cool a Hobbit's Toes, by claudia603

After the quest, Frodo observes snow on the top of the mountain. He remembers Caradhras and wants to experience it under better circumstances.

Reunion in Minas Tirith, by shirebound

Faramir and the hobbits reunite in Minas Tirith after Aragorn's crowning. An upbeat, lighthearted look at some Faramir/hobbit interactions in the following days. Amazingly enough, no one is sick, guilt-ridden, or in pain. Enjoy!

The Mellon Chronicles series, by Cassia and Siobhan

YEARS BEFORE there was a fellowship, at a time when the One Ring remained quiet and unknown in the possession of an unassuming Hobbit and the gathering darkness of Mordor had not yet made itself known to the world, there was an eager young Ranger and an Elven Prince.

Mortal and Immortal, the Elven Prince and the man who would one day be King of Gondor formed an unlikely bond.

Ultimately, their very survival may depend on not only the speed and accuracy of an Elven bow, nor even the swift sword of the Dunèdain, but on the strength and loyalty of the friendship they share.

Follow me away now, oh worthy sojourners of Middle Earth to explore the untold adventures of these early years....

Anastasis, by Chthonion

"Forgive me,” Frodo says in his accented Quenya, the syllables strange in his ears. “I—I have an old wound. It troubles me still, sometimes."

"It is I who must ask your forgiveness," says the stranger. "I believe I may be the one who put it there."

*

In Aman, Frodo and Celebrimbor and Finrod forge a friendship, talk about trauma, and deal with the fact that Sauron's ghost is haunting Celebrimbor.

#I'll add to this down the road #I went through the Post War of the Ring tag and I'm about halfway through the Frodo Baggins tag so I certainly haven't encountered all the #fanfics yet. I'm gonna have more faves soon I'm sure #hope you like at least one or two of these! #lotr #katie answers asks #fic recs

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Hobbit Gen Fics and Collections

MULTI-CHAPTER WORKS

Finding Our Paths

AO3 Link

Completed: 12/31/23

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Bilbo, Kili

Summary: Thorin and Fili are taking a trip to the Iron Hills and leave Bilbo and Kili in charge. It should be relatively routine, but in the span of a day they have a war on their hands and the mountain falling down around them. Is it time to call for Thorin yet?

Home

AO3 Link

Completed: 9/5/21

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dis

Summary: Being an uncle doesn't come instinctual to Thorin. He loves his nephews with all his heart, but he doesn't quite understand them. However, when Dís needs a break with the death of her husband so fresh, she leaves to travel as a blacksmith and Thorin is left to mind the colony, Fíli, and Kíli. If they all manage to survive to the end of the five months, Thorin will consider it a success.

FOLLOWER EVENTS

All About Bilbo from the POV of...

Bilbo- Bilbo describes himself as he convinces Thorin that he would make an effective scout.

Lobelia- Bilbo is described by a family member who learns from a young age that Baggins are respectable, and Bilbo is not.

Bard- Bilbo is described by a coworker as Bard laments on how necessary Bilbo is for the alliance.

Smaug- Bilbo is described by an enemy during the scenes with Smaug from DOS.

Elrond- Bilbo is described by a teacher when Bilbo needs someone to help him cope with his grief. (Canon compliant)

Oin- Bilbo is described by a healer who is convinced that hobbits are healed by mushrooms.

Gandalf- Bilbo is described by a "recruiting manager" who finds courage when he searches through the Tooks for a worthy burglar.

Frodo- Bilbo is described by a child who is dealing with his own grief and finds a kindred spirit in Bilbo.

Myrtle- Bilbo is described by a pet who wondered after Bilbo once they were separated by wargs.

OTHER GAMES/CHALLENGES

Modern May

Secret Royal (Modern Middle Earth) + Interpreter + “I never meant to come between the two of you.” + Fili & Kili & Bilbo Friendship

Trick or Treat

Brothers Treat- Boromir takes Faramir out for drinks and congratulates him on his promotion.

Elves and Children Treat- Elrond doesn't quite know what to make of baby Thrain.

Unlikely Friendship Treat- Child Thorin loves when Legolas visits the mountain...he loves to shoot him with his imaginary arrows.

Sword Lessons Treat- Boromir is convinced by Merry and Pippin to give them sword lessons.

Shadow Puppets Treat- Bofur and Bilbo explore Erebor and make shadow puppets of some of the other Company members.

RANDOM DRABBLES

As Brothers Do- Birthday present for @guardianofrivendell where Vili is still alive to join the quest of Erebor.

Birthday Surprise- Birthday present for @i-did-not-mean-to where Ori has come to dread his birthday, and Bilbo comes up with an idea to help him get back at Nori.

Tangled AU: Smaug Raising Thorin- Birthday present for @dimdiamond where we see Thorin's life with Smaug pre-storyline.

Thorin and Thranduil's "Somewhat" Friendship- What if, instead of turning his army around, Thranduil had finally decided to help the Dwarves of Erebor that day?

#sunny's fics #my masterlist #the hobbit

[arofili]

It’s been a million years, but I swear I’m gonna finish the prompts y’all sent in eventually!!

This one is for @thattripletguy​, who requested “something with Faramir and Éomer, and if I had to choose a weather prompt, I'd say summer, but something with lots of banter. i just picture eomer as more of the dom lol. 1 or 41”

I picked prompt 1: “Does it hurt?”

Under the cut for nsfw!

~

“Does it hurt?” Éomer growled, and Faramir shuddered beneath him.

“Not nearly enough,” he gasped, shifting his hips, trying to take Éomer deeper. His lover grunted, digging his nails into Faramir’s side, and gave a sharp thrust.

Faramir moaned. “Majesty,” he whined. “Harder, please, harder.”

“Beg for it,” Éomer demanded.

“I am begging—”

“More.”

Faramir shivered, his nerves alight with pleasure-pain as Éomer tugged on the rings pierced through his nipples.

“Your Majesty,” he groaned. “Please, please, have mercy on me—I know I am not worthy, but I need it—”

“Need what?” Éomer crooned, and bit his ear.

“Ahh—aiya—that,” whimpered. “Your teeth, your nails, your cock—”

“Let it not be said Éomer King is ungenerous to his petitioners!” Éomer laughed, and set to fucking Faramir so hard he knew he’d be aching and wincing for days.

#faramir #eomer #eomer x faramir #lotr #lord of the rings #prompts #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #thattripletguy

[janeeyreofmanderley]

Secret Comforts

The battle had been hard. Hard fought and hard won. Behind him Faramir heard the men celebrate the victory. Keeping despair and death at bay by means of a bright fire, song and quite a generous helping of ale that, he knew, Boromir paid from his own pocket. However, Faramir knew better than to look for his brother at the celebration.

Boromir had given his usual speech, congratulated and praised the soliders, had even opend the first barrel of ale himself but had not joined the festivities for long.

Not today. Not after such battle. Not after such losses.

Instead Faramir made his way towards the officer quarters, and sure enough, outside a tent he spotted a lonely figure staring at the night sky, shivering.

He stopped for a moment, his heart aching. Faramir prided himself to know his brother's heart and mind better than anyone else. He knew the sour guilt and despair his brother felt over every life lost today under his command. And it were too many, far more than anticipated. He himself had been going over the battle over and over again, wondering what he had done wrong, that so many rangers lost their lives and he knew his brother would too.

But while he knew what his brother was thinking and feeling, he was yet unsure how to approch him.

Darn it, Boromir was really one of the hardest people to comfort in all of Middle earth! Whenever one offered outright consolation he would refuse it, claim he was fine, or even get angry. While he himself willingly comforted the people around him, and was always the first to try to offer some to Faramir, he steadfastly refused to accept help. It was a luxury he did not permit himself. Some might have seen it as pride, Boromir the Great was too strong to be in need of pettty comforts, but Faramir suspected something else, something deeper.

He knew how his brother took his duties to heart. If some misfortune happened, he blamed himself, no matter if it was in his power to prevent it or not. Boromir had assigned himself the task to guard over Gondor, every evil befalling his friends, family, troops or people was a failure on his part. A failure which condoned punishment, not was worthy of comfort.

Faramir sighed. Looking at the forelorn man in front of him, who was obviously deeply lost in thought since he had not noticed him yet.

He would have to comfort him ranger style again! Offer comfort camouflaged as sth else, so he would not refuse it. It was complicated, but many years had made him a humble master of the skill.

The trick lay in making Boromir believe he was actually comforting him while comforting the stubborn fool himself!

A patented method Faramir had developed in the 2nd year after their mother's death.

He barely remembered the time, it was as if during the first months of Finduilas death a thick fog of pain and anxiety had wrapped itself around the little boy. His mother was gone, his father was busy with matters of state, hardly saw his sons and wen he did he seemed distant and irratiable.

Boromir had been his rock in these months. Whenever he was upset or frightened he had been there to distract or comfort his little brother. He would read to him, play with him, and never fuss when after a nightmare Faramir crawled in his big brother's bed, but would just hug the smaller boy till they both fell asleep.

Not once had Faramir seen his brother cry. Never did he talk about his own grief.

In time the shock and grief diminished. Life went on. Though still missing his mother, Faramir found other things than grief to command his attention, and less and less he had to lean on Boromir. But while it should have been a relief for Boromir not having to look after an upset little brother in every second he had to spare it proved just the opposite. Boromir grew morose and short tempered.

Faramir couldn't understand it really.

One night he was shaken awake by his brother in the dead of night. He still rememered blearily blinking at his brother in confusion.

"Wake up Fara you were having a nightmare, I heard you shouting from my room!".

"Boro?" Faramir asked tiredly, still not quite comprehending.

"Yeah, I'm here, don't worry about it."

"But I don't remember having a nightmare, 'm not scared, wanna sleep"he whined and was about to roll over to go back to sleep, but his brother stopped.

"Now, come, you can sleep in my bed, so when the nightmare comes again you don't have to wake me up again!"

Faramir still rememberd the peculiar note of urgency that had crept in his brother's voice then, as he kept insiting that he had had a nightmare and should sleep over in his bed. Eventually Faramir had given in, and waddled over to his brother's bed where he promptly fell asleep again.

This scenario was repeated several times over in the next few weeks. Faramir remembered being increasingly confused because he always remembered his dreams and not once had he had a nightmare when Boromir woke him up!

It didn't make sense that Boromir kept insisting he did have nightmares! Then it hit him!

One night he had not been able to fall asleep, insteadhe had read one of his books by the light of a dimmed lamp, when he heard his brother in the text room tossing in his sleep and then waking up with a gasp. A few moments later he heard steps and hurriedly put out his lamp just in time before Boromir entered his room, and went over to wake him up.

Insisting that Faramir had a nightmare and needed comfort was Boromir's way to ask for comfort after his own nightmares. The way Faramir crept over to his bed for comfort when scared, Boromir also needed his brother to feel safe.

Faramir always admitted to having nightmares when Boromir woke him this way afterwards.

And today called for this backhanded comfort again. So he sighed, and went over to his troubled brother.

" I doubt I'll find sleep soon after today's battle, you mind when I keep you company and we talk a little?"

Boromir looked up, his eyes shining wiht sorrow, affection and also relief

"Anything for you little brother!"

And he gladly ruffled Faramir's hair as he sat down beside him.

#Boromir #Faramir #short fic

[tolkien-feels]

Imagine Eomer visiting Eowyn and Faramir when little Elboron, who is genetically programmed to love Aragorn Very Much, is still Very Small and telling him stories as he sits there, eyes shining and mouth agape, of how he was the first to come across King Elessar when he first came from the North?

Did he tell him about how he thought he was riding across the green grass of Rohan when a legend of bygone days seemed to appear before him out of nowhere, and how he himself questioned how it could even be possible?

Now imagine little Elboron insisting they play “The Finding or King Elessar” (aka hide and seek) and whenever Eomer finds him he shrieks out excitedly that “Legends have sprung from the green grass of Ithilien!!!”

Now imagine Elboron brought to the court to meet King Elessar and being excited to play the game with him, only THIS TIME King Elessar gets to play his part and Elboron gets to play his uncle’s part. There is general amusement when tiny baby Elboron asks King Elessar to play almost immediately after being presented to the King, but nobody is surprised when Aragorn agrees to it.

Imagine little Eldarion seeing the game and insisting that HE play King Elessar, as is his Right.

Chaos inevitably ensues when Eldarion, Elboron, and Elfwine are all together because nobody is sure who should play who. 90% of the time they end up playing the Three Hunters and either Legolas, the closest visiting Hobbit, or Eldarion’s sisters (when they’re old enough) are roped into playing Eomer and his Eored. (Eldarion is very generous and does not insist on being Aragorn every single time, so the three switch off being various members of the Three Hunters).

Anon I've been sitting on this ask for a while because I wanted to give you an answer worthy of the Feels your ask has given me, but I sincerely can't think of nothing to add. Perfect headcanons are perfect, oh my god

#this is too sweet #my crops are flourishing etc

[borom1r]

okay so I don't know very much abt LOTR but: this is an opportunity to describe some of your favourite things abt boromir's characterizarion 💖

oooooo yea yea yea ok ok.

soooooo mmmhh I love how earnest he is. when he’s given the space for it.

bc he is someone who has had to mature fast and be, as Sean Bean himself described it, extremely straightforward and practical. he is The captain of the guard!! and it’s such an offhand little thing in the appendices but he “takes no wife and delights chiefly in arms” like that’s his life. that’s it. he’s a soldier. full stop.

his mother died when he was ten, at which point he would’ve already been assigned as a page and been training to be a knight, and we know Denethor was never a particularly pleasant man when Aragorn was there as Thorongil — and we see the extreme end of his decline, but one can assume the loss of Finduilas didn’t make him any *kinder* or more present. which means Boromir, at ten, is balancing the early years of his training as he already attempts to appease his father as the eldest And favorite, with being there for Faramir. which we know he was!! he is a Good Big Brother, notable character trait of Boromir Son of Denethor!!

and yet we really only see him under the influence of the ring. again obsessed w Sean Bean for this I need to pick his brain for more Boromir takes bc I’d kind of been joking w Seb about how in the movies Boromir specifically derides Aragorn for being a Ranger— and how that was a sign he was Already under the influence of the ring bc Faramir is captain of the rangers of Ithilien. + Sean Bean fully is like “yes he’s under the influence of the ring as soon as he sees it” which is so!!!! he IS fallible!! he is!!! but think about how much weight he’s carrying on his shoulders! not just his responsibility to his people, but Denethor’s pressure to bring him back a worthy weapon, AND Faramir’s safety??? his baby brother who is Constantly on THE BORDER WITH MORDOR??????? IN ITHILIEN!!!!! HELLO?????!!! ooooooo how many nights do you think Boromir spent sleepless stewing over THAT little fact?

so like, all of that considered, he is not a man with very much space for Himself. his emotions, his wants, they don’t factor into the equation. as long as his friends, his family, his people are safe— as long as Denethor isn’t degrading Faramir, as long as Faramir can pursue his interests— what does he matter? Boromir, Son of Denethor, is still hale and hearty, can still hold a sword. That’s all that’s important.

and he gets to Lothlórien and for perhaps the first time, someone *sees* him. Galadriel sees his fears and flaws, every crack in his armor, every weakness— everything he would never admit even to Faramir, to himself. Galadriel KNOWS him!!! and again, quoting Sean Bean, it’s disturbing!!! Feeling Things (tm) is disturbing to him!!! but it’s also a necessary release and he’s able to face Aragorn and speak to him about Gondor, about the beauty he sees there, the good. Being called home by the clear ringing silver trumpets!! One day our paths will lead us there, and the tower guard shall take up the call: the Lords of Gondor have returned!!! its poetic! its soft! it’s beautiful, its clear blue skies and the walls of Minas Tirith shining brilliant white!! it’s home!! and he wants to share that with Aragorn, earnestly, openly! he does not see any hope left but in the depths of his heart he still has some, and he offers that to Aragorn in the hopes this strange near-elf will see some of that same beauty and will want to come home with him.

nnrggggh I need to hold Boromir’s face in my hands and tell him I see it!!! I see the beauty in your city!!! I hear the trumpets!!! you were right!!! there is so much good there!!!

#ask #not to be a fucking kinnie but gods I cannot be normal about him #ty bestie im. going through it rn I appreciate this a lot;;

[glitteringaglarond]

For a moment the thought flitted through Merry's mind: 'Where is Gandalf? Is he not here? Could he not have saved the king and Éowyn?'

The bittersweet comfort in the fact that Theoden was lost in order to save Faramir. It’s an incalculable loss, and one that never fails to make me cry, but I think Theoden would have considered it a worthy exchange 🥺

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