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autistook · 1 month

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March 20th - Faramir meets Éowyn in the Houses of Healing

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darklinaforever · 4 months

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You see, although the movies didn't give Faramir and Eowyn the development they have in the books, instead having them come together in a sort of mutual love at first sight ; Well when we look at the characters in the movies, they always have a lot of parallels with each other which completely helps explain their union. Like soul mates meeting. While yes, the books lean even more heavily on their romance and compatibility. But the heart always seems to be there for me in adaptation.

#eowyn x faramir #faramir x eowyn #eowyn and faramir #faramir and eowyn #faramir #eowyn of rohan #eowyn #lotr faramir #lotr eowyn #lotr #lord of the rings #the two towers #return of the king #fellowship of the ring #tolkien #farawyn

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popjunkie42 · 3 months

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Blossoming in Winter - Chapter Four

For my darling @witchlingsandwyverns, the next chapter of your gift exchange! I hope you enjoy! The angst is getting angsty.

Love and kisses to @witch-and-her-witcher, @temperedink and @wilde-knight for the beta reads, patience and advice!

Blossoming in Winter

Chapter Four: Darkness Unescapable - read on AO3

Summary:

Five hundred years before Amarantha’s reign Under the Mountain, Prythian and the Continent were thrust into a brutal war to abolish human slave lands and the threat of the King of Hybern. Tamlin, third son of the High Lord of Spring, has rebelled against his father to fight on behalf of the human-faerie alliance. A fae archer in his personal guard, Feyre Archeron, makes a foolhardy decision that changes the tide of the entire war.

Rescued from torture at the hands of General Amarantha, Prince Rhysand has been sent to High Lord Thesan’s Hall of Healing in the Dawn Court. Frustrated, immobile and in disgrace with his father, Rhysand meets a fellow patient in healing who helps him see the days ahead, beyond the brutality of war. But can he make her see that future for herself?

A Court of Thorns and Roses AU set during the first Hybern war, inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.

First part of Chapter Four under the cut!

In her quarters, Feyre argued with her nurses until she had driven them from the room.

The nurses were a problem. They insisted on bandage changes twice a day. And she was starting to lose the strength to keep them away. Standing in front of the mirror, breathing deeply, Feyre began to unwrap her bindings.

White, withered skin revealed itself stripe by stripe in the mirror. It was dull and gray, as if it was dying on her bones.

The pale wintry sun shone over the spread of newly infected flesh on her ribs. The skin around the edges was raw and red. Every day she felt it, the searing, frozen cold biting at her body. And then, nothing. More of her body given way on the battleground of her flesh.

Turning away from the mirror, she pinned a strip of clean bandage between her wrist and the table, and began awkwardly wrapping her arm. Hopes or wishes could do nothing now. The ichor spilled on her skin was claiming her body, inch by inch.

Feyre closed her eyes. Sometimes the memories felt so real she wondered if she ever really left the Middle. If that cursed blood that spilled on her had stained her mind as well as her body. The memory of the scent of wet earth and sweet rot hung heavy in her nose. She swore she felt wet moss trailing over her skin, the sound of rustling leaves drowning out the muted bustle of the healing hall.

In the forest, she had not approached the god like a warrior, soldier, or High Lord.

Feyre had hunted.

She was fortunate that his power was so vast it prickled the hairs on her arm, that she could sense it and keep to the very edges, out of his awareness. Fortunate that a small creature such as herself posed so little threat to an old god as to go unnoticed.

Magic had dripped off of him like morning dew. Her feet followed the path decked with new green buds on the trees, spring grass and flowers on the forest bed in the shape of his footsteps, quickly freezing and dying in the early winter cold.

Under the dark trees, she had circled for hours, scenting and tracking. And slowly, she set her trap - of wards and spells, and the more vulgar spikes and ropes.

She didn’t lay eyes upon him until he had fallen into her trap. A towering figure, long of limb, so covered in sprouts and moss and vines it was impossible to see the skin underneath. His power not of good or evil but simply the endless, metamorphic cycle of a seedling sprouting and falling back to the earth as a rotted tree.

When he was caught, bound and covered in his own dark blood, and she finally stood in front of him, her only impulse had been to kneel.

She was a creature of the forest, was she not?

In his eyes, in the draw of that vast power, older than time, she felt the world melt away. Felt how short a time these seven years were to an immortal. Grief over the dead on a battlefield was meaningless, as all would return one day to the earth to feed the trees.

And as he raged even in his death rattle, the burning blood had splashed from his wounds and onto her body. He sank to the forest floor and breathed his last as Feyre had screamed, her skin marked, cursed, by magic and fury.

In her bedroom, Feyre winced at the bite of ice on her flesh. For a terrible moment, the numbness subsided, and she felt the burning pinprick screams of her limb so long asleep and starved for blood.

She shoved the rest of the bandages in between her teeth and screamed.

Through the pain she repeated the awful truth to herself: she had already accepted this cost, for Tamlin, and by consequence, the rest of Prythian. The Suriel had foretold it, and it was just taking a little longer than expected.

Wasn’t one inconsequential fae life worth the rest of them, of all Prythian?

The pain subsiding, she tucked her wrapped arm under a large tunic and tied the sleeve, pulling it tight with her teeth. Then she pulled the fine night-blue cloak around her shoulders and tied it tightly around her throat.

She didn’t admit what was on her mind now. She was going walking, and it was best he didn’t see.

Read the rest on AO3

#acotar #feysand #rhysand #feyre #acotar fanfiction #acotarfanfic #lord of the rings inspired #faramir and eowyn #acotar au #feysand fanfic

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modernincorrectlotrhobbit · 1 year

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Éowyn: Aggressive hand holding.

Faramir: Okay. How does it work?

Éowyn: We arm wrestle as an excuse to hold hands.

#source: tumblr #incorrect quotes #incorrect Hobbit quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #lord of the rings #the hobbit #eowyn #faramir #faramir x eowyn #eowyn and faramir #Faramir and Eowyn #eowyn x faramir #farawyn

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ticcitavvi · 3 months

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Listen.

Big fan of faramir x eowyn . Big fan. Love them. adorable. Ride or die.

But here’s the thing.

12 year old me was an even bigger fan of faramir x pippin and eowyn x merry and it stuck. I just think they both deserve a hobbit spouse.

#merry x eowyn #eowyn #eowyn of rohan #lotr eowyn #faramir x eowyn #faramir x pippin #faramir #pippin took #pippin #merrywyn #merry brandybuck #merry and pippin #faramir and eowyn #pippin and faramir #merry and eowyn #shipping #shipping thoughts #thoughts

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my-lady-galadriel · 3 months

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Real name: Lucia

Nickname: Ellie or Nenya

Nationality: Italian 🇮🇹

Favourite books 📖 (not in alphabetical order):

The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Tintenblut

Favourite movies 🎥 (not in alphabetical order):

The Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), Beauty and the Beast (1991), Pirates of the Caribbean - At World's End (2007), Cinderella (2015)

Favourite tv series 🎬 (not in alphabetical order):

Gran Hotel, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Carnival Row (only the first season)

Favourite female characters (in alphabetical order):

• Anne Elliot 💌

• Ariel 🐚 (only the character from the animated film, 1989)

• Belle 🌹 (only the character from the animated film, 1991)

• Cinderella 🐭 (both the character from the animated film 1950 and the character from the live-action adaptation 2015)

• Elizabeth Swann ⚓

• Fairy Merryweather 💙

• Jo March 📚

• Lady Galadriel 🍂

• Lucy Pevensie 🦁

• Momo ⏳

• Mulan 🐲 (only the character from the animated film, 1998)

• Ran Mōri 🎎

• Tiana 🐸

Favourite male characters (in alphabetical order):

• Atreiu 🍀

• Frodo Baggins 🌋

• Heiji Hattori 🧢

• Lord Faramir 🌙

• Prince Eric ⛵ (only the character from the animated film, 1989)

• Prince Kit 🐎 (from Cinderella live-action adaptation 2015)

• Rycroft "Philo" Philostrate 💔

• Todd Brotzman 🎸

• Will Turner 🔥

Favourite couples (sorry, I don't use the word "ship", I find it unpleasant 🤣):

1. Will and Elizabeth (my lovely, beautiful, brave captains 🏴‍☠️)

2. Belle and the Beast/Prince («Tale as old as time...» 🎶)

3. Ran and Shinichi («Zero is start.» 💖)

4. Ella and Kit (Courage & Kindness 🦋)

5. Jasmine and Aladdin (the Princess and the Pauper 🧞‍♂️)

6. Faramir and Éowyn (light in the darkness ✨)

7. Milo Thatch and Kida (the Brain and the Brawn 👓)

(I wish to add Philo and Vignette, but the second season of Carnival Row ruined their relationship.)

My profile on AO3:

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My other blogs on Tumblr:

- Frodo Baggins (english blog, temporarily closed)

- Tieni gli occhi piantati sull'orizzonte (italian blog dedicated to Will and Elizabeth 💞🔥⚓)

My site:

ESTEL ~ Evviva Scrivere Trame E Leggere!

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byronicist · 2 years

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"It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back."

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King (1955)

#quotes #literature #lit #lotr #lord of the rings #faramir and eowyn #books #lotr quotes #spilled ink #modern literature #fantasy literature #love quotes #jrr tolkien

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madalore1994 · 2 years

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#the lord of the rings movies #lord of the rings #eowyn and faramir #faramir of gondor #eowyn of rohan #faramir and eowyn #tolkien #tolkien couple #lotr #Youtube

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southfarthing · 8 months

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remember when éowyn first met faramir and immediately thought "ah yes. this is a guy who could wipe the floor with any soldier of rohan." bc I think about it a lot

#faramir #eowyn #lotr #mp

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emilybeemartin · 7 months

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Boromir Lives AU: it's a BABY

Activate Stiflingly Protective Big Brother Turbo Boost

Labor Day

The Gondor Chronicle's headline reads Brilliant Military Strategist and War Hero Absolutely Loses His Goddamn Mind During Sister-in-Law's Routine Labor

Beregond didn't anticipate this under the Extra Duties as Assigned clause in his job description

Somebody say uncle, quick

NEW LIFE NEW LIFE NEW LIFE IN A WORLD HE THOUGHT WAS ENDING, YOU GUYS

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Boromir Lives: Helm's Deep

Boromir Lives: Whump-Time After Pelennor

Boromir Lives: GO TO SLEEP

Boromir Lives: Aragorn's Coronation

Boromir Lives: Faramir and Eowyn's Wedding

Boromir Lives: The Haircuts

#boromir lives au #boromir #faramir #eowyn #aragorn #beregond #elboron #pregnancy

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tolkiengif · 8 months

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Then the heart of Éowyn changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter passed, and the sun shone on her.

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autistook · 26 days

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'And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.'

#lotr #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #lotr gifs #eowyn #eowyn and faramir #faramir #faramir and eowyn #éowyn #tolkien #jrrt #middle earth #rotk

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darklinaforever · 4 months

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I love these two so much ! (I love them just as much as Beren & Luthien, and Eol & Aredhel !)

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#faramir and eowyn #eowyn and faramir #faramir x eowyn #eowyn x faramir #eowyn of rohan #farawyn #eowyn #faramir #lotr eowyn #lotr faramir #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #the return of the king #the two towers #Youtube

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popjunkie42 · 4 months

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Blossoming in Winter Chapter 3

@witchlingsandwyverns I bring you the new year chapter! Chapter 3 just wouldn't quit. I tried very hard to bring you some lovely gardens and wilderness in this chapter, I hope I succeeded!

Blossoming in Winter (read on AO3)

Chapter 3: Endure with Patience the Hours of Waiting

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Summary: Prince Rhysand accompanies Feyre on a mission among the rooftop gardens of the Dawn Palace. While Feyre hunts for absolution, the armies of Prythian and the Continent get ever closer to Hybern.

A first war ACOTAR AU inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn. For @acotargiftexchange 2023!

A million thank-yous to @witch-and-her-witcher, @temperedink and @wilde-knight for the beta reads and helping to keep me sane!!

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Rhysand’s eyes were on her again as they slipped through arched vines of jasmine, hanging so low they trailed down her hair. She turned to warn him about a loose stone in front of her and when she saw him, she thought the blossoms that snagged free in his raven hair looked like a crown of stars. Feyre stopped at the sight as he smiled at her and batted away the last vine on his face.

The smell of oils and mineral spirits wafted through her mind as she imagined the swaths of grey and blue and black she would layer on canvas with a knife to capture him. She watched as he raised a hand to her hair, plucking a white blossom gently between two fingers.

“You’ve got flowers all through your braid, darling,” he said with a softness in his eyes that made her stomach jump, made her yield half a step to him.

He regarded her with curiosity. “Have the healers and nurses been able to look at your wound?” he asked quietly.

Her skin burned with cold. Last night it had begun shooting jolts of pain down the muscles of her back. “I’m fine.”

“Are these all the answers I’m to get today?”

“What would you like to know, my lord?”

He sighed. “Everything.”

He released her from his gaze and she finally took a full breath, turned away from him to stalk down the path, the prince still close on her heels.

“Are you so used to that boor in Spring that conversation seems unnatural? I’d fault you but I’ve met the male, and he is admittedly better with a sword than he is with his tongue,” he said behind her.

Feyre bristled at every implication. “Maybe I simply do not speak unless I can improve the silence.”

He grinned. “Good thing I’m such a tolerable conversationalist, then.”

Feyre continued walking, taking her bearings by the sun and paths and hoping she was not leading them astray. Rhysand’s eyes were upon her with an amused twinkle.

“What?” she asked, annoyed. She tried to set a fast pace to keep his breathing too fast for words, but the prince excelled at conversation all the same.

“I’m simply trying to work out your attraction to that horned brute. I can certainly attest you are not the type to be impressed by a title alone.” Feyre snorted at him. “So tell me, how do we compare? You prefer your High Lord’s sons thick in body and in the head? Tamlin is quite dashing, but I must say he’s a bit lacking when it comes to the verbal arts. Or did he turn into that golden beast and win over your wild side?” He smiled as she walked faster, turning her head away from his gaze with a snap. “Oh, no one could blame you. All that muscle and fur - he’s quite a spectacle. Even I’ve cast an eye his way when he’s wrapped in all that natural glory.”

“You forget our bargain yet again, Prince.” she said with steel in her voice. “We aren’t speaking of Lord Tamlin.”

Rhysand clicked his tongue. “I’m speaking of you, darling. Tell me,” he asked, “How did the Prince woo a creature such as you? Somehow I doubt he plied you with jewels and dresses. Did he make flowers spring up wherever your feet fell? Did he recite love poems in your ear? Did Tamlin play that ridiculous fiddle of his and waltz into your heart?”

Maybe it was the bargain she had already accepted, maybe she was angry and tired, but Feyre felt her stubborn quietness waiver as her annoyance grew. He was gallingly good at chipping away at her defenses, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of winning this game, of sulking back to her stifling room and the worrying nurses.

She had dealt with one High Lord’s son. How bad could another one be?

She barely paused as she spoke, throwing her words over her shoulder. “You seem awfully focused on the subject,” she said. “One might be excused for thinking you jealous.”

As the path rounded and they breached more wild hedges, it split again into two diverging trails. Feyre stopped short, assessing the options.

When she turned back around she gasped to find the Prince so close to her. In another half a step he stood chest to chest with her, her words about their journey lost on her lips. Her nose filled with his scent, citrus and the sea, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his face.

“Jealous?” he asked, his voice quiet in the garden. “I told you, Feyre, that you’re finally getting closer to it.”

Feyre felt a flush on her chest that had nothing to do with exertion. “I know what you’re doing,” she said with a whisper.

“Do you? And what is that?”

His look was challenging, amused. “Throwing me off my guard. Disarming me. Probably fishing for information.”

He smiled. “Did you ever consider that perhaps I just enjoy watching you squirm?”

Perhaps the most insulting answer, if she was just a plaything and without any relevant information to pry from her mind. Her anger grew, especially considering the trust she was putting in him this afternoon. “You’re a shameless flirt. Was it your plan to wait until you had me in the middle of the gardens to show your worst side?” The birds sang around them, oblivious to her rising anger.

Rhysand flashed an arrogant grin. “Am I such a villain in your mind? Your sister, obviously wise, insisted on a chaperone. Consider me an applicant for the position.”

Feyre snorted. “On what qualifications?”

“I’m a High Lord’s son, honor and chivalry are woven into my very bones.” Her eyebrows were skyward. “Haven’t I been a complete gentleman, seeing to your needs, joining you on…what is it we’re looking for, again?” Rhysand looked around the gardens.

“I’ll know when I find it.”

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#acotar #feysand #rhysand #feyre #acotar fanfiction #acotar gift exchange 2023 #acotarfanfic #lord of the rings au #faramir and eowyn #feysand fic

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modernincorrectlotrhobbit · 1 year

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Faramir: What do you think people like about the festive season?

Éowyn: Presents. People like Christmas presents.

Faramir: What are you hoping for?

Éowyn: Well, I was quite disappointed last year because my family got me psychiatric gift vouchers.

Faramir:

Éowyn: I was disappointed because I had asked for a crossbow.