This one made me laugh! He made his excuses and left Faramir alone in the archives as soon as he could—it was not that he disliked the books or the quiet, but merely that the dust made him sneeze.
This one made me cry: The River carried him, and he lay as if in sleep, lulled by the slow current and the sudden spring-scented breeze that ruffled his hair, on his last journey to the sea.
This one made me smile: Few travelers came to Minas Tirith anymore, and he regretted this deeply when he met a lone Beorning in the crowded market, selling the most delicious honey-cakes he had ever tasted.
This one made my heart hurt: He had never intended this, he thought as he stumbled among the trees, yet his intention mattered very little, and did not lessen his guilt.
This one made my heart give a happy leap: Among the Rohirrim he rode, laughing or joining in their songs of glories and valor, his hair plaited, slapping against his back in the same rhythm—had it been flaxen or gold, he might have been mistaken for one of them.
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Date: 2008-06-14 01:33 am (UTC)This one made me cry: The River carried him, and he lay as if in sleep, lulled by the slow current and the sudden spring-scented breeze that ruffled his hair, on his last journey to the sea.
This one made me smile: Few travelers came to Minas Tirith anymore, and he regretted this deeply when he met a lone Beorning in the crowded market, selling the most delicious honey-cakes he had ever tasted.
This one made my heart hurt: He had never intended this, he thought as he stumbled among the trees, yet his intention mattered very little, and did not lessen his guilt.
This one made my heart give a happy leap: Among the Rohirrim he rode, laughing or joining in their songs of glories and valor, his hair plaited, slapping against his back in the same rhythm—had it been flaxen or gold, he might have been mistaken for one of them.
Beautiful, every one of them.