B2MEM 2009
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illwyndSo, part of why I posted "Journeys in High Places" yesterday was so I could post this today: a deleted scene from that story, which I kinda like but didn't fit with the flow of the story.
In the Cold
Disclaimer: All is Tolkien's!
Notes: Takes place just after the accidental nap in the snow.
Faramir would not wake up, no matter how his brother shook him. It had taken the horror of a nightmare to jolt Boromir himself from his slumber… a dream in which he feared his brother had fallen from the cliff to which he also clung. At the end, his hands would hold him no more, and he had followed, in sadness and relief.
But now, Boromir’s terror increased. Faramir’s lips were blue, and his faint breath was disappearing into the white air.
“If you die, brother, I will follow you to the Halls of Mandos… and box your ears,” he said, breath rasping painfully in the cold. He held Faramir close to him to share what little warmth he had, clasped Faramir’s hands between his own to try to warm them. They were like ice.
“You must not die. I order you not to die. And I do outrank you,” he said, but did not smile at his own joke. He could feel the blowing snow pricking his eyelids and melting there. “No… if you die, and I do not follow you…” he said, shaking his head, then continued almost too softly to be heard. “I should not have fallen asleep.” His lips moved in wordless pleas, but still Faramir did not stir. Dread and a hollowness worse than the cold filled him, and the wind howled in his ears.
After a minute that seemed to last an age, Faramir’s eyes opened and Boromir breathed a heavy sigh of gratitude.
In the Cold
Disclaimer: All is Tolkien's!
Notes: Takes place just after the accidental nap in the snow.
Faramir would not wake up, no matter how his brother shook him. It had taken the horror of a nightmare to jolt Boromir himself from his slumber… a dream in which he feared his brother had fallen from the cliff to which he also clung. At the end, his hands would hold him no more, and he had followed, in sadness and relief.
But now, Boromir’s terror increased. Faramir’s lips were blue, and his faint breath was disappearing into the white air.
“If you die, brother, I will follow you to the Halls of Mandos… and box your ears,” he said, breath rasping painfully in the cold. He held Faramir close to him to share what little warmth he had, clasped Faramir’s hands between his own to try to warm them. They were like ice.
“You must not die. I order you not to die. And I do outrank you,” he said, but did not smile at his own joke. He could feel the blowing snow pricking his eyelids and melting there. “No… if you die, and I do not follow you…” he said, shaking his head, then continued almost too softly to be heard. “I should not have fallen asleep.” His lips moved in wordless pleas, but still Faramir did not stir. Dread and a hollowness worse than the cold filled him, and the wind howled in his ears.
After a minute that seemed to last an age, Faramir’s eyes opened and Boromir breathed a heavy sigh of gratitude.
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Date: 2009-04-02 01:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-05 12:36 am (UTC)Thanks, and glad you liked!