Post by Admin on Mar 2, 2021 4:18:47 GMT
Author: Mirkwoodmaiden
CHALLENGE: Gems and Jewels
SUMMARY: The week of their wedding Faramir gives something very precious to Éowyn.
RATING: K
CHARACTERS: Faramir and Éowyn
WARNINGS: None
October 3019, Minas Tirith
Faramir stood in his father’s study, a place familiar and yet unfamiliar to him. Familiar because it was here where countless rebukes of his seemingly enumerable faults were delivered. He looked at the desk in front of which he had stood listening to the litany of his faults any number of times. Unhappy memories. Unfamiliar because this was no longer his father’s study. It was now his as the Steward of Gondor, though now under Aragorn, King of the Reunited Kingdoms of Gondor and Arnor. He had come into this room with a purpose, but the aura of the room, all the memories crowding in around him had stopped him cold. Closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath, he managed to push aside those memories for the moment. He had come to retrieve a particular something. He went over to a bureau of drawers and started to look through them. He found various bits. Blank parchment, bottles of ink, the detritus of a mind that was all business. Then in the third drawer he found it. An ornate box of carved wood and on the top an intricately painted scene of a lady on a swing, laughing. It was so out-of-place in this austere room of state. Faramir carefully extracted the box from the drawer and placed it on top of the bureau and then carefully closed the drawer, quietly so as not to attract any attention. He slipped out of his father’s study and stole away quietly to his own chambers where he could be alone.
Once in his own chambers he closed the door and sat on the edge of his four-poster bed. He sat the carved box on the rich dark velvet coverlet and gently opened it. Inside was a ruby ring set in gold with intertwining leaves circling the single gem. Another sapphire ring set in what he had always, perhaps whimsically, thought to be mithril, maybe it was only silver; he did not know. There was also a brooch of carnelian with a silhouette of a lady carved into it. He had always assumed it was his mother, for this was her box of jewels that had been kept in his father’s study after she had gone away. He picked up a necklace and held it to the light. It was a large single opal set in a gold setting. The light from the window igniting the specks of light within, making the light dance across the translucent surface of the gem. Each piece held a memory. Some bittersweet as he, at only five-years old could remember his mother wearing some of these pieces. He brushed away a few stray tears as he continued to look at the pieces. Other bits of jewelry evoked memories only connected to the times he would steal into this room after his father had departed for the day to look at the treasures within as a reminder of something that belong to his mother, though he could not quite remember her wearing them.
At the time he did not understand why his father kept the jewels in his study and not in his bedchamber or the vault. Now after having seen a little of Denethor’s heart, his emotions; he realised that his father had wanted something of his beloved Finduilas near him at all times. These jewels through tragic inheritance were now his and he planned to give them all to Éowyn. Their beauty reflecting the heart of his beloved. He searched for a pair of earrings, ones he most definitely remembered his mother wearing. He smiled as he found them. He could see Éowyn wearing these, hanging decorously against her neck. He filled the box again with the jewelry, haphazardly in his excitement and anticipation and closed the box. He brushed away a last tear and started to Éowyn’s chamber with the precious treasure in his hand.
Éowyn was sitting at her dressing table waiting for her maid to return with a repaired strand of pearls and matching earrings she had wanted to wear when she heard a knock at her open door. “Come in…” She wondered why someone would knock on an open door. Faramir stood at the entrance of the door, looking a little sheepish.
“I waited for Waerith to depart. I wanted us to be alone.” Faramir stated earnestly as he walked into her chamber.
“My lord! We will have to wait for the wedding night.” Éowyn teased. To her amazement Faramir coloured just slightly. Éowyn took pity on her beloved, he looked a little nervous for reasons she could not fathom. She offered
kindly, “We will be alone for a little while, Waerith has just gone to get the clasp on a set of necklace and earrings I wished tonight wear replaced.”
“Oh,” Faramir looked a little disappointed, “Well, if that is the case then. Well, that’s all right.” He turned to leave.
Éowyn rose and walked to place a hand on his arm to stay him, “My love, what is it that you wished to say?”
Faramir looked at her, his earnest light blue eyes searching hers. “I just thought that maybe.” He stopped and seemingly reorganized what he was going to say. “My father had in his keeping certain things.” He paused.
At the mention of Faramir’s father, the Lord Denethor, Éowyn had to work hard to keep her emotions from showing on her face. She truly disliked very few people in this world but Denethor was most certainly one of them. She would never understand how he could have mistreated Faramir as he did, and any thought of the man immediately darkened her eye. But right now, she understood instinctively, that a wave of angry emotion would not help whatever it was that Faramir was trying to tell her.
“And as he,” Faramir paused and then continued gamely onwards, “As he has died. Those certain things have now come to me.” Éowyn waited patiently for him to begin again, “My mother’s jewels. I wish to give them all to you. If you will have them.” He finished in a rush and then opened his hand to reveal to Éowyn a pair of beautiful emerald drop earrings. She observed a casting of gold leaves and an emerald set in gold.
She gasped; never had she seen anything so delicate and so finely crafted. But they could have been river stones and she would have loved them because of what they clearly meant to Faramir.
Faramir watched her face and asked tentatively, “Do you like them? She had others if you don’t like these.” A somewhat worried look crossed his face.
Éowyn turned to him, eyes brimming with tears and kissed him soundly. “They could be river stones and I would love them because of who they belonged to and that you have honored me with their gifting.” She hugged him and Faramir’s heart sang with joy.
“Let me see them on you. I always remember her wearing these.” He said, smiling a tremulous smile.
Éowyn placed them in her ears and Faramir could not believe how beautiful and perfect they looked on her. Then he noticed with obvious chagrin that she was wearing a blue gown. “But they don’t match. Mama had a pair of sapphire ones as well, I will go and get those.”
“Pish!” Éowyn said fervently, “I will wear these! If anyone says anything amiss, they will get the backside of my hand.”
Faramir laughed and spun her around, “that is my lady of fire!” He proceeded to fervently kiss his soon-to-be wife full of spark and life.
“My lady!” Waerith exclaimed as she entered the room, shocked at the display of affection, “This is not seemly.”
Both started to laugh. Joy was slowly replacing trepidation in Faramir’s heart as he gazed upon the lady who was becoming his whole life. She outshone any gem he could give her. Her heart sparkled with life and he was learning that life held joys beyond anything he had ever imagined for himself.
CHALLENGE: Gems and Jewels
SUMMARY: The week of their wedding Faramir gives something very precious to Éowyn.
RATING: K
CHARACTERS: Faramir and Éowyn
WARNINGS: None
October 3019, Minas Tirith
Faramir stood in his father’s study, a place familiar and yet unfamiliar to him. Familiar because it was here where countless rebukes of his seemingly enumerable faults were delivered. He looked at the desk in front of which he had stood listening to the litany of his faults any number of times. Unhappy memories. Unfamiliar because this was no longer his father’s study. It was now his as the Steward of Gondor, though now under Aragorn, King of the Reunited Kingdoms of Gondor and Arnor. He had come into this room with a purpose, but the aura of the room, all the memories crowding in around him had stopped him cold. Closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath, he managed to push aside those memories for the moment. He had come to retrieve a particular something. He went over to a bureau of drawers and started to look through them. He found various bits. Blank parchment, bottles of ink, the detritus of a mind that was all business. Then in the third drawer he found it. An ornate box of carved wood and on the top an intricately painted scene of a lady on a swing, laughing. It was so out-of-place in this austere room of state. Faramir carefully extracted the box from the drawer and placed it on top of the bureau and then carefully closed the drawer, quietly so as not to attract any attention. He slipped out of his father’s study and stole away quietly to his own chambers where he could be alone.
Once in his own chambers he closed the door and sat on the edge of his four-poster bed. He sat the carved box on the rich dark velvet coverlet and gently opened it. Inside was a ruby ring set in gold with intertwining leaves circling the single gem. Another sapphire ring set in what he had always, perhaps whimsically, thought to be mithril, maybe it was only silver; he did not know. There was also a brooch of carnelian with a silhouette of a lady carved into it. He had always assumed it was his mother, for this was her box of jewels that had been kept in his father’s study after she had gone away. He picked up a necklace and held it to the light. It was a large single opal set in a gold setting. The light from the window igniting the specks of light within, making the light dance across the translucent surface of the gem. Each piece held a memory. Some bittersweet as he, at only five-years old could remember his mother wearing some of these pieces. He brushed away a few stray tears as he continued to look at the pieces. Other bits of jewelry evoked memories only connected to the times he would steal into this room after his father had departed for the day to look at the treasures within as a reminder of something that belong to his mother, though he could not quite remember her wearing them.
At the time he did not understand why his father kept the jewels in his study and not in his bedchamber or the vault. Now after having seen a little of Denethor’s heart, his emotions; he realised that his father had wanted something of his beloved Finduilas near him at all times. These jewels through tragic inheritance were now his and he planned to give them all to Éowyn. Their beauty reflecting the heart of his beloved. He searched for a pair of earrings, ones he most definitely remembered his mother wearing. He smiled as he found them. He could see Éowyn wearing these, hanging decorously against her neck. He filled the box again with the jewelry, haphazardly in his excitement and anticipation and closed the box. He brushed away a last tear and started to Éowyn’s chamber with the precious treasure in his hand.
Éowyn was sitting at her dressing table waiting for her maid to return with a repaired strand of pearls and matching earrings she had wanted to wear when she heard a knock at her open door. “Come in…” She wondered why someone would knock on an open door. Faramir stood at the entrance of the door, looking a little sheepish.
“I waited for Waerith to depart. I wanted us to be alone.” Faramir stated earnestly as he walked into her chamber.
“My lord! We will have to wait for the wedding night.” Éowyn teased. To her amazement Faramir coloured just slightly. Éowyn took pity on her beloved, he looked a little nervous for reasons she could not fathom. She offered
kindly, “We will be alone for a little while, Waerith has just gone to get the clasp on a set of necklace and earrings I wished tonight wear replaced.”
“Oh,” Faramir looked a little disappointed, “Well, if that is the case then. Well, that’s all right.” He turned to leave.
Éowyn rose and walked to place a hand on his arm to stay him, “My love, what is it that you wished to say?”
Faramir looked at her, his earnest light blue eyes searching hers. “I just thought that maybe.” He stopped and seemingly reorganized what he was going to say. “My father had in his keeping certain things.” He paused.
At the mention of Faramir’s father, the Lord Denethor, Éowyn had to work hard to keep her emotions from showing on her face. She truly disliked very few people in this world but Denethor was most certainly one of them. She would never understand how he could have mistreated Faramir as he did, and any thought of the man immediately darkened her eye. But right now, she understood instinctively, that a wave of angry emotion would not help whatever it was that Faramir was trying to tell her.
“And as he,” Faramir paused and then continued gamely onwards, “As he has died. Those certain things have now come to me.” Éowyn waited patiently for him to begin again, “My mother’s jewels. I wish to give them all to you. If you will have them.” He finished in a rush and then opened his hand to reveal to Éowyn a pair of beautiful emerald drop earrings. She observed a casting of gold leaves and an emerald set in gold.
She gasped; never had she seen anything so delicate and so finely crafted. But they could have been river stones and she would have loved them because of what they clearly meant to Faramir.
Faramir watched her face and asked tentatively, “Do you like them? She had others if you don’t like these.” A somewhat worried look crossed his face.
Éowyn turned to him, eyes brimming with tears and kissed him soundly. “They could be river stones and I would love them because of who they belonged to and that you have honored me with their gifting.” She hugged him and Faramir’s heart sang with joy.
“Let me see them on you. I always remember her wearing these.” He said, smiling a tremulous smile.
Éowyn placed them in her ears and Faramir could not believe how beautiful and perfect they looked on her. Then he noticed with obvious chagrin that she was wearing a blue gown. “But they don’t match. Mama had a pair of sapphire ones as well, I will go and get those.”
“Pish!” Éowyn said fervently, “I will wear these! If anyone says anything amiss, they will get the backside of my hand.”
Faramir laughed and spun her around, “that is my lady of fire!” He proceeded to fervently kiss his soon-to-be wife full of spark and life.
“My lady!” Waerith exclaimed as she entered the room, shocked at the display of affection, “This is not seemly.”
Both started to laugh. Joy was slowly replacing trepidation in Faramir’s heart as he gazed upon the lady who was becoming his whole life. She outshone any gem he could give her. Her heart sparkled with life and he was learning that life held joys beyond anything he had ever imagined for himself.