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"Spartan Letters" by Dwimordene (G)
Fandom: LOTR
Title: "Spartan Letters"
Pairing: Not slash! Gen. *checks forehead for temperature*
Author: Dwimordene
Author's website: www.dwimodenespage.org and you can also find other stories by her at the Henneth Annun Story Archive
Why this MUST be read:
Like her masterpiece, "From the Other Riverbank," Dwimordene draws us into the unseen side of life in the Steward's household. What would a man of war do, in a time when death might come at any moment? A wise man like Faramir would leave no task until the last moment, including doing all things necessary to wrap up his affairs if he were killed on the field of battle. Well-written, intelligent, this gen tale takes us into the mind of Faramir in convincing fashion.
An excerpt, from Faramir's 'to be opened in the event of my death' letter to his father:
I have delivered to you all that Boromir asked, thus I have fulfilled that charge. You will find a few of Mother's possessions in my room, to dispose of as you will. That room on the third floor has become somewhat crowded since Boromir's death; I suggest the one in the west wing instead. It has stood empty for so long. I would, though, that the box Boromir left me go to Uncle—it seems destined to return ever to him, and perhaps that is as Mother would wish it. As for the rest, there is little that cannot be disposed of, either to the library vaults or bestowed at need elsewhere. The chess set should go to Mablung, that he may improve his game, unless he falls with me. And since that seems likely, then I would say give it to Amrothos, if he will have it. The book I borrowed from you three years ago, and which you have not asked for since, you will find on the top shelf in my bedroom, and I thank you for the loan. There is also a journal that perhaps might interest you. Volume six, in the chest at the foot of my bed. Consign the others to the flames unread, please.
Read it all here.
Title: "Spartan Letters"
Pairing: Not slash! Gen. *checks forehead for temperature*
Author: Dwimordene
Author's website: www.dwimodenespage.org and you can also find other stories by her at the Henneth Annun Story Archive
Why this MUST be read:
Like her masterpiece, "From the Other Riverbank," Dwimordene draws us into the unseen side of life in the Steward's household. What would a man of war do, in a time when death might come at any moment? A wise man like Faramir would leave no task until the last moment, including doing all things necessary to wrap up his affairs if he were killed on the field of battle. Well-written, intelligent, this gen tale takes us into the mind of Faramir in convincing fashion.
An excerpt, from Faramir's 'to be opened in the event of my death' letter to his father:
I have delivered to you all that Boromir asked, thus I have fulfilled that charge. You will find a few of Mother's possessions in my room, to dispose of as you will. That room on the third floor has become somewhat crowded since Boromir's death; I suggest the one in the west wing instead. It has stood empty for so long. I would, though, that the box Boromir left me go to Uncle—it seems destined to return ever to him, and perhaps that is as Mother would wish it. As for the rest, there is little that cannot be disposed of, either to the library vaults or bestowed at need elsewhere. The chess set should go to Mablung, that he may improve his game, unless he falls with me. And since that seems likely, then I would say give it to Amrothos, if he will have it. The book I borrowed from you three years ago, and which you have not asked for since, you will find on the top shelf in my bedroom, and I thank you for the loan. There is also a journal that perhaps might interest you. Volume six, in the chest at the foot of my bed. Consign the others to the flames unread, please.
Read it all here.