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ashinaeA long time ago, a posted a challenge/meme. I never completed all the challenges. I'm trying to finish things I've started, so here's another fic for that.
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empy. Prompt image.
Quintuple (?) Drabble: Touch of Time
(500 words)
By:ashinae
Pairing: Aragorn/Faramir
Summary: Time was touching them all.
Disclaimer: They're not mine and I'm most certainly not making any money off of this.
Touch of Time
The first hints of grey were finally touching Faramir's hair. The light strands stood out in stark contrast against the black, feathering out from his temples. Aragorn's fingers itched to touch from the moment he first laid eyes on the other man, when he and Arwen had met Faramir and Eowyn at the gates of Minas Tirith.
After the long walk to the great city's uppermost level, and all the initial public meetings, the ladies withdrew to another room, to do together whatever it was they always did when they were alone. It always made them smile -- and because Aragorn and Faramir delighted in their wives' happiness, they never pressed the issue.
There was much talk between Aragorn, as King, and Faramir, as Prince of Ithilien, with the lords of Minas Tirith. It had been long since Aragorn had last seen Faramir and if he was asked, particularly by Arwen, he eventually would have admitted that he found their council to be an exercise in utterly mindless tedium, and the greatest test of his patience.
There was grey in Faramir's hair now. It had not been there the last time they had been together. And finally, the council concluded, Aragorn and Faramir wandered the great gardens, alone and unwatched, but still talking quietly, their heads bent close together.
Only when they sat side-by-side on a wooden bench, barely large enough for both of them, did Aragorn reach out to touch Faramir's hair. It was as soft as he remembered it.
Faramir lifted his own hand, and mirrored Aragorn's tender caress. "Soon I will match you, my dear old friend," he said.
"Soon?" Aragorn grasped Faramir's hand, then held it to his own chest. "No, Faramir. Not soon. Not for many long years to come."
Faramir chuckled. "As my King commands," he said.
Not a command, Aragorn thought. Just the wish of a very old man. He smiled, then said aloud, "Shall we walk together a while more?"
Faramir shook his head. "No, Aragorn," he said. "I think we should sit here for a spell." Their clasped hands lowered, resting on Faramir's lap as they were sitting close enough that there was no space at all between them.
Aragorn smiled, then lifted his free hand to Faramir's cheek. "I was always very fond of your ideas," he said, and leaned in to gift him with the gentlest of kisses.
"My heart rejoices to hear it," Faramir murmured. "And to receive your kisses, he added, when Aragorn gave him another. "How I have missed them."
"I do hope you missed me, as well," said Aragorn with a smile.
"Of course," said Faramir. "And being with you now, it is as though we were never apart. I do not even feel the passage of time."
Yet time was touching them all. Aragorn put no voice to this thought. He merely held his beloved Faramir close, and spent no more time pondering that grey marring the perfection of his hair.
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empy. Prompt image.Quintuple (?) Drabble: Touch of Time
(500 words)
By:
ashinaePairing: Aragorn/Faramir
Summary: Time was touching them all.
Disclaimer: They're not mine and I'm most certainly not making any money off of this.
The first hints of grey were finally touching Faramir's hair. The light strands stood out in stark contrast against the black, feathering out from his temples. Aragorn's fingers itched to touch from the moment he first laid eyes on the other man, when he and Arwen had met Faramir and Eowyn at the gates of Minas Tirith.
After the long walk to the great city's uppermost level, and all the initial public meetings, the ladies withdrew to another room, to do together whatever it was they always did when they were alone. It always made them smile -- and because Aragorn and Faramir delighted in their wives' happiness, they never pressed the issue.
There was much talk between Aragorn, as King, and Faramir, as Prince of Ithilien, with the lords of Minas Tirith. It had been long since Aragorn had last seen Faramir and if he was asked, particularly by Arwen, he eventually would have admitted that he found their council to be an exercise in utterly mindless tedium, and the greatest test of his patience.
There was grey in Faramir's hair now. It had not been there the last time they had been together. And finally, the council concluded, Aragorn and Faramir wandered the great gardens, alone and unwatched, but still talking quietly, their heads bent close together.
Only when they sat side-by-side on a wooden bench, barely large enough for both of them, did Aragorn reach out to touch Faramir's hair. It was as soft as he remembered it.
Faramir lifted his own hand, and mirrored Aragorn's tender caress. "Soon I will match you, my dear old friend," he said.
"Soon?" Aragorn grasped Faramir's hand, then held it to his own chest. "No, Faramir. Not soon. Not for many long years to come."
Faramir chuckled. "As my King commands," he said.
Not a command, Aragorn thought. Just the wish of a very old man. He smiled, then said aloud, "Shall we walk together a while more?"
Faramir shook his head. "No, Aragorn," he said. "I think we should sit here for a spell." Their clasped hands lowered, resting on Faramir's lap as they were sitting close enough that there was no space at all between them.
Aragorn smiled, then lifted his free hand to Faramir's cheek. "I was always very fond of your ideas," he said, and leaned in to gift him with the gentlest of kisses.
"My heart rejoices to hear it," Faramir murmured. "And to receive your kisses, he added, when Aragorn gave him another. "How I have missed them."
"I do hope you missed me, as well," said Aragorn with a smile.
"Of course," said Faramir. "And being with you now, it is as though we were never apart. I do not even feel the passage of time."
Yet time was touching them all. Aragorn put no voice to this thought. He merely held his beloved Faramir close, and spent no more time pondering that grey marring the perfection of his hair.
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Date: 2005-12-19 06:20 am (UTC)I love the images of the two of them, especially Faramir and his hair, and all that.... well, kind of laziness that there is to this fic. Now I feel all gooey inside. :) Thank you for posting this, even when it wasn't really for me. ;) I have a feeling Empy will like it as well.
(Oh, and omg! I know I still owe you that ficlet! It'll be there, I promise. I just need to get rid of all these SeSas first, but it'll happen. :))
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Date: 2005-12-19 07:03 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this one. As soon as I got that first line, it all just poured out, and sometimes those are the scariest stories to post!
((Don't worry about that ficlet. I'm a very, very patient woman -- even though I never forget such things. ;))
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Date: 2005-12-19 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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