B2MeM Challenge Carolling- A beautiful sight, they're happy tonight;Book Titles: Paper Towns;Beasts - horse; Snippets of verse- if it could weep it could arise and go; The Steward and his sons - palantir;Talents and Skills- weaving;Last Lines- I wonder if she is as stubborn as I am; Tolkien's trees - Bay; Colours - orange
Pairings: Aragorn/ Arwen, Faramir/Eowyn
Summary: Aragorn seeks to raise Faramir's spirits.
These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
Faramir regarded the palantír grimly. Try as he might, he could see nothing, but the gruesome image of his father’s withered hands within it. He had so hoped that the passing of time would have somehow cleansed the stone and made it fit to use again. The King was planning a journey to the North soon and they had hoped they might use the palantíri to swiftly exchange messages.
“I will stow this away under lock and key,” Aragorn said gently. “Trouble yourself not over it.” He threw a cloth over the globe and locked it within a wooden chest.
“If it could weep it could arise and go,” Faramir said bleakly. He had turned pale and sweat beaded his forehead.
Aragorn squeezed his shoulder. You are too stubborn, ion nîn. There is no need for you to distress yourself so. The Orthanc stone suffices for me.”
“It saddens my heart that my father should have destroyed this ancient thing that our House guarded for so long,” said Faramir. “And the manner of his death that was almost mine too!”
“The House of Hurin kept my kingdom well,” said Aragorn. “It was a great pity that Sauron caused your father to lose his mind, but I thank the Valar that you live and thrive!” He was silent for a moment, wondering how best he might comfort the son of his heart. “We have an hour or two before our ladies are expecting us,” he said at last. “Shall we go for a ride? That is, unless you would rather go to join Éowyn now?”
Faramir shook his head. “I would be poor company for my lady at present,” he said. “She has little understanding or patience with palantíri. I think she might have given my father good counsel had she but had the chance!”
“Then let us exercise our horses,” said Aragorn. “The fresh air will do us both good. Men should not remain indoors on so fine a day.”
“Thus speaks the Ranger!” said Faramir.
“A Ranger who would lighten a fellow Ranger’s heart,” said Aragorn.
The two men, followed at a discreet distance by their guards, made their way to the stables. Roheryn whinnied excitedly at his master’s approach, while Iavas lifted her fine chestnut head and shook her mane when Faramir greeted her.
King and Steward were soon cantering along the Pelennor, enjoying the motion of the great horses that bore them and the sun and wind upon their faces.
They rode alongside fields of flourishing crops and many fair trees. They paused for a moment and bowed their heads when they passed a grove of dark leaved young bay trees, which had been planted to honour the fallen.
As they rode, the blue sky gradually turned to flaming orange.
“What a splendid sunset!” Faramir brought his horse alongside Aragorn’s.
The two riders brought their horses to a halt and gazed at the orange and pink tipped clouds while the sun became a flaming red ball that gradually sunk beneath the western horizon.
“Beauty seems all the more precious as for so long we feared we might lose all,” said Faramir.
“I cherish each sunrise and each sunset,” said Aragorn. “The more so that now I no longer walk the wilds alone.”
In unspoken agreement, the two friends urged their horses homeward.
Arwen and Éowyn were awaiting their husbands in Arwen’s sitting room together with their older children.
Arwen was engrossed in weaving a tapestry, which depicted her husband’s great deeds in battle. Éowyn was watching Eldarion brandish his wooden sword while the boy told her of the moves he had just learned. Meanwhile, Elestelle was building intricate paper towns.
“A beautiful sight, they are happy tonight,” Aragorn murmured in Faramir’s ear as they greeted their ladies and little ones.
“What are you building?” Faramir asked his daughter.
“A town for my dolls,” said Elestelle.
“It is beautiful,” said Faramir, admiring the intricate design. “Is it meant to be Minas Tirith?”
“No,” Elestelle said firmly. “It is Edoras.”
“Oh,” said Faramir. “I thought it looked just like Minas Tirith. Why, there is the Tower of Ecthelion!”
“It is Edoras,” Elestelle insisted.
Aragorn smiled at the domestic scene. It was good to see that Faramir had recovered from using the palantír, while the sight of Arwen and Eldarion never failed to gladden his heart.
Faramir looked again at his daughter’s paper town and shook his head, before raising his eyebrows and saying, “I wonder if she is as stubborn as I am.”
A/n - If anyone could think of a better title, I would be most grateful!