( under the night sky )

[absurdities]

 

ＳＴＡＲＧＡＺＩＮＧ - whether you're on a picnic blanket in a field, laying on the beach, or in the bed of a truck, you're with someone you care about and you're looking at the stars.

ＣＡＭＰＦＩＲＥ - camping is the most fun when you're with someone else. roasting marshmallows, telling stories. nature's got it goin' on.

ＰＡＲＫＩＮＧ - you're at the lover's lane, parked at the peak overlooking the city, it's just you and someone else in the car. maybe it's time to steam up the glass or hey, you guys can just talk if you want.

ＦＩＲＥＷＯＲＫＳ - maybe it is the fourth of july, the new year, or just because, but there's fireworks shooting off and they're magical. or scary. it depends on what floats your boat.

ＬＡＴＥ ＮＩＧＨＴ ＳＷＩＭ - maybe you're at the beach or in the backyard pool or at the lake, maybe you're going to skinny dip or maybe you'll 'fall' in with all your clothes. either way, swimming at night is pretty much always fun.

ＳＫＹ ＬＡＮＴＥＲＮＳ - perhaps you've lost someone dear and you want to do something to remember them by, maybe you're making a wish for the future.

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Faramir | Tolkien | OTA

[theywhowait]

the au where Beleg survives everything.

[beleg]

[It has been long time since Beleg has travelled this far south. Ithilien was as fair as described to him (even fairer) and as it was spring, the scent of flowers were everywhere, mixed with the smell of freshly fallen rain on new leaves.

He was content to let the campfire die down to almost nothing as he laid back to see the stars.]

whoo hoo~

[theywhowait]

[ Eowyn is away, visiting with her brother, and Faramir takes the opportunity to go a-wandering, as he seldom has a chance to, now that the duties of Prince call all too frequently. In times not all that distant a dim campfire would have been cause for alarm, but these are days of peace, and despite having slipped his guards, Faramir trusts that between the Rangers and the Woodelves the woods are, for the most part, safe.

He comes up on foot, leading his horse, all the same, on the off chance that this is a bandit company or something else, and is pleasantly surprised at what he sees. One of the Eldar! Not one of Legolas' folk, by the dress, but that certain gleam. He hails the stranger, thinking sheepishly that he probably was noted a mile out, despite his stealth ]

Ho, good my lord, mind you company this night?

he's still sad over Turin though.

[beleg]

[His bow and hunting knife were ever close at hand but this was a peaceful land kept so by Prince Legolas and his kin and by the Rangers of Men so he'd not been too wary even hearing a single horse coming up towards him, disregarding it as a traveller passing by. And if said traveller meant him ill, he is not overly concerned for his own saftey.]

Hail and well met this fair night. And no...I do not mind company.

...sob

[theywhowait]

[ Despite Prince Legolas and his folk being always around (and underfoot, Eowyn complains with a smile) Faramir has not lost his wonder at seeing them and he is almost the bashful boy, rather than the fledgling ruler of these lands as he comes up to the fire and bows ]

My thanks, my lord. What brings you to these lands, if you mind not my asking?

i know, right?

[beleg]

[When Faramir approached the fire, he sits up to take a better look at the man before indicating with a wordless nod that the man was free to take a seat if he wished.]

Word has reached the north of the beauty of these lands. As I am currently free of my duties for a time and it has been many long years since I have been this far south I wished to see it for myself.

Oh Beleg

[theywhowait]

[ He bears no mark of his status, still marvelling at his strange reversal of fortune, from the lowly second son ('the heir and the spare' had been the kindest taunts recieved) to the Prince of Ithilien, happily married and with a King he is proud to serve. Instead for this escapade he is dressed like one of his Rangers - the cut and make of his cloth a little finer, perhaps, but he had not wanted to advertise his position. Hearing that Beleg has heard of the beauty of Ithilien makes him light up like the young man he still is in truth. ]

Ah, then I bid you good welcome, my lord! You have come at a good time - the spring weather has been good to us and the wildflowers are all a-blossom, and the hunting will be good. Are you only passing through, or do you plan to stay a while?

never going to be over Turin

[beleg]

[Beleg's clothing was markedly different from those of the woodland elves under Legolas. It was a mixture of what the elves of Imladris would wear and one or two pieces from long-ago Doriath. It entirely unique to Beleg and often got him looks from even among other of the Eldar.

He smiles at the way Faramir lights up at the praise of the land they are currently in.]

I thank you for your welcome. I will stay awhile I think, with the permission of the Lords of this land, until I am called back North.

Come, there is no need for titles, I will have you use my name. Beleg Cuthalion I am called, am but a simple marchwarden.

sobs quietly

[theywhowait]

[ If Beleg thought that Faramir lit up before, he's practically glowing now at the revelation of who he is talking to ]

Your pardon but... the Beleg Cuthalion? My lord you are hardly a simple marchwarden! You honor me with your presence here, to think that one of your standing would come to this little corner of Middle-earth is a wonder to me indeed.

I am Faramir of Ithilien, and you are welcome here, for as long as you will it - and I am sure Lord Legolas will say the same.

T_T

[beleg]

[It always surprised him that some among the Edain remembered him, his deeds, minor as they were compared to others such as Glorfindel, hardly deserved to be remembered.]

A simple marchwarden I was and still am, so there is no need of titles between us, especially as we are away from the formal courts of our peoples. Again, I thank you for your welcome and your permission to wander in this fair land, Prince Faramir. Prince Legolas has already said the same when I went earlier to bring him greetings and messages from his kin in the Greenwood.

/pets him

[theywhowait]

[ Not all, perhaps, but to a student of history, Beleg is legend and he is probably lucky Faramir does not know to ask for his autograph ]

I will remember if you do not use mine either! [ A shy smile ] But it is a wonder to me, to meet one of the heroes from the old tales - tis one of the greatest sorrows of my life, to know the Eldar are leaving this shore, and taking their stories with them.

[beleg]

[He won't say it or show it, but he is just the tiniest bit flattered. Even if he doesn't consider himself a hero, not when he has failed so badly before.]

Not all are leaving, at least not yet. [Beleg has never felt the sea longing himself; he doesn't know if he can ever leave for Valinor.]

And it is time for new tales to be told, of a new Age that has come.

[theywhowait]

I suppose that is true, but even with the new tales we would be remiss to forget the lessons of the old. I am glad that not all the Eldar will leave - not yet, at least!

[ Faramir shrugs a little shyly ] I know my Lord King feels the same - I am building a library, as best I may - hopefully at least to try and preserve some of the tales against the time when the last of the Eldar sail - I hope not in my lifetime, however!

[beleg]

It will be awhile before we are all gone from these shores. Some of us wish to linger here still, especially when there are still places of beauty like Ithilien.

[Beleg smiles and tilts his head back upwards to see the stars again.] No, not all tales should be forgotten. I would be glad to see the library of yours when it is finished.

[While it was true he loves the deep woods and free-flowing streams but libraries with the smell of old and new books were wonderful in its own way.]

[theywhowait]

Then I will do my best to make Ithilien blossom as she must have done before the Shadow came. [ Faramir vows ] So that those Eldar not yet drawn to the Sea may always find some comfort here.

You would be welcome in Ithilien's halls, to visit the library or to break fast with my lady and me at any time. All I ask in return is a tale or two, perhaps, to add to my store!

[beleg]

Your people and those of Prince Legolas have done much already. The land is healing and glad of having proper stewards at last. [The way that everything seems to be bloom right now supports this.]

A tale or two seem like poor recompense for such hospitality and welcome.

[theywhowait]

[ a bright bashful smile ]

To hear that is praise indeed, although I think the majority of the work has been due to Lord Legolas and his people.

And a good tale is worth more than jewels I think - for the richness it brings to the soul. How much more that of one who lived the very tales he tells?

[beleg]

And yet Prince Legolas has said the opposite, that the majority of the work was done by you and your people. He is not in the habit of making understatements I assumed.

[Beleg's gaze turns from the sky back to where the fire burns low.]

How can I refuse one who speak with such eloquence? Tales I will be glad to share with you, tales of both sorry and joy. Turin. Doriath. War.

[theywhowait]

[ Faramir ducks his head with a pleased smile ] The Prince is too kind. I hardly know what it is I do, and rely all too heavily on him and my King. And my lady wife, of course! But I fear the life of the Steward's second son had scarce prepared me for such responsibility!

I have heard it said that the best tales are those where sorrow mingles with joy.

[beleg]

A wise man knows the value of council. There is no need for undue modesty. It is not what one is born with that is important but what one does with himself with his life. And by all accounts, you have achieved much already.

[Beleg thought of Turin, of the curse Morgoth placed on him, of what Turin did in his too-short life.]

You are not wrong, no.

[theywhowait]

I have tried to do my best by my family. [ Faramir blushes in pleasure at the praise ]

At the least, I hope to wipe out the memory of our wrongs, so that folk remember them as they were and not as they became.

[beleg]

Your family would understandably have much pride in you.

[He's never seen a Man blush that much. Not even Turin.]

By all accounts, they were valiant.

[theywhowait]

They were. [ Faramir smiles proudly to remember them ]

I wish they were still alive to see such gladsome days, but at the least I can ensure that they rest peacefully, secure in the knowledge that Gondor flourishes again.

[beleg]

[Beleg had not parents or siblings but he understood families.]

Now that the shadow has passed, all of Arda will flourish, or finally have the chance to.

[theywhowait]

That is my firm hope, aye! What joy for the children born in this blessed time, to grow up in a world far different to ours, without threat of looming shadow! I do not dare to hope for a lasting peace, but for a little while, at least!