Swords and Sunsets
Word count: 1425
Pairing: Faramir x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Injury, Fluff, Unconsciousness, Curses (only one or two tho), sad Faramir :(
Prompt: 'Do you think she knows that? That I love her?' (Prompt's in bold)
Summary: You and Faramir are courting, but you get injured while protecting him in Osgiliath
‘I cannot believe Denethor,’ you thought to yourself, as you hurried down the hall after Faramir. You could not even begin to understand why in Middle Earth, Denethor had sent Faramir on a mission that would undoubtedly bring all hell down on Gondor. As you caught up to Faramir, you said, ‘I can’t believe him’
‘I’m fine, don’t worry about it’
‘No, you’re not fine. I don’t know how you do it.’
‘How I do what?’
‘Pretend you’re okay…’
‘I’m not pretending.’
‘Yes, you are. Every single day. And it breaks my heart.’
‘(y/n), I’m sorry, but I have to go.’
“Faramir, don’t do this.’
‘Someone needs to.’ With that, he turned and left the hall, but what he didn’t notice was you, sneaking down the path that led to the armoury.
When you arrived, the guards who normally kept watch there had been taken from their posts to help prepare for Faramir’s ride to Osgiliath, and therefore the armoury was deserted. You crept in, making sure not to knock anything over because that would surely cause some form of commotion. There were only a few things left in there, but luckily for you, they were around about the right size. You grabbed a helmet, that would cover most of your face, a chainmail shirt, a cloak, a shield, a pair of greaves and a sword. When you grabbed the sword, you spun it, testing the weight and the balance that would ultimately affect your capability to fight. Deciding that it was a good sword that would serve you well, you snuck back down the path to your quarters that, luckily, were nearby. Upon arriving at your quarters, you began to put on the equipment that you had borrowed from the armoury. Fortunately, all the gear fit you well, and you were soon ready to go and join the troops that were gathering in preparation to charge Osgiliath.
Upon arriving at the gates, you found yourself a horse and got into position near the back. You knew where to stand because you had frequently watched the drills that Faramir performed with his troops. You had also been taking fighting lessons, in secret, with a couple of the guards when they had some free time, insisting that it was just in case you needed to defend yourself. You were looking around for Faramir when he went to the front of the group and informed them of the plan.
‘Our attack is to be swift, and we are to fight until every last orc has been defeated. So are the orders of the High Steward of Gondor. Move out!’ And with that, he blew his horn, which started the charge across the Pelennor Fields.
When you arrived in Osgiliath, it was packed with Orcs. You tried to keep Faramir in your line of sight as he slew all the foe that came before him. You were killing Orcs nearby him when you noticed an orc archer taking aim at Faramir. As he let his arrow fly, you dove in front of it, blocking the blow from Faramir. As the arrow pierced your chest, you let out a gasp of pain, prompting Faramir to notice you lying on the ground. He quickly shot down the archer that was taking aim again and then knelt down next to you, lifted your helmet off, and gasped.
‘(y/n)! What are you doing here!?’
‘Do you think you could sound a bit more disappointed that I’m here? SAVING YOUR FUCKING LIFE IS WHAT I’M DOING’
‘Oh my god, there is an arrow inside you!’ Normally Faramir was used to seeing injuries similar to this one, however seeing his love in so much pain made him panic, and for a minute he didn’t know what to do. However, he quickly regained control of himself, and sat you up on his lap, holding you.
‘I’ve got. It’s going to be fine. You’ll be fine,’ he kept repeating, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t going to lose you, ‘(y/n), I know this hurts, but you have to stay awake for me. Don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes.’
You tried to keep them open, but the pain was overwhelming, and you couldn’t fight it anymore, so slowly your eyes closed. Faramir murmured a prayer to every god he believed in, begging them not to take you from him, ‘Please, you can’t take her. It’s too soon. She’s my everything. Our life together is already short enough, please, you can’t make it any shorter… I haven’t even gotten to tell her that I love her yet. Do you think she knows that? That I love her? I love you (y/n)’ He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, and those words were the last things you heard before you drifted into the unknown.
For the next few days, you came in and out of consciousness. You woke up when you were being taken back to Minas Tirith, and again when you were put down on a bed in the House of Healing. After that, each time you awoke, Faramir was there, squeezing your hand, pleading for you to stay awake. You tried to, wanting to talk to him, but the pain quickly pulled you back into unconsciousness. When you finally awoke, Faramir was there, and he quickly called for one of the nurses because it was the first time you had been awake for longer than a minute in days. Once you had drunk a tiny bit of water, you found that the arrow was gone, and Faramir told you that it had been a week and three days since you first charged to Osgiliath. The arrow was a poisoned one, which is why it took so long for you to wake up. You tried to talk, but you were quickly told by a nurse that your throat would be sore for the next few days and that you wouldn’t be able to talk because they could only get you to drink enough water to stay alive. For the next few days, all you did was sleep, eat, drink water and listen while Faramir told you of the world that was outside the bed to which you were confined.
After about four days, your voice was back to its full intensity, and you were itching for Faramir to come and visit you, as you had so much to say to him. It was few words, but those words held the weight of the world. As Faramir walked through the curtains that surrounded your bed, you said, ‘I love you too. Isn’t that what you said? That you loved me?’
‘(y/n), you can talk!’ and as your words sank in he said, ‘You remember that? But you were unconscious… ’
‘Not entirely’ you said, grinning at his astonishment, ‘So, do you still love me?’
‘More than all the stars in the heavens, and I would sacrifice my life to protect you.’
Suddenly, you noticed the flowers that he was holding and the box he had in his hand. ‘Going from that,’ he said, ‘I was wanted to give you this.’ He passed you the box, you opened it, and you saw the most gorgeous necklace. It was a thin gold chain, with golden leaves that shone in the light that was streaming through the window above your head. ‘Faramir, it’s beautiful’ you gasped, as he gently put in on you. ‘It belonged to my mother, and she gave it to me, saying that I should give it to the one I love most.’ With that, he got down on one knee before you, and said, ‘(y/n), I love you more than you could possibly know, and it would make even luckier than I already if you would accept this gift as a token of betrothal.’
‘Of course!’ With that, he hugged you tightly, and you planted many kisses on his cheek.
‘You might be wondering why I didn’t get you a ring, and the reason I got you a necklace is because it doesn’t interfere with this.’ Then he pulled a sword from behind him and placed it in your hands. You pulled the sword from its scabbard and gasped at the gleaming metal. It was a simple, yet beautiful sword, not unlike the one that Faramir carried. The smile that you gave him was all the thanks he needed. You both walked out, into the court of the houses of healing, and you duelled in the setting sun.
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