Drabble: "History Becomes Legend"
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the_five_armiesTitle: History Becomes Legend
Author: Annmarwalk
Characters: Faramir, Rohirrim
Rating/Warning: None. Sad.
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed. Original version posted to the “History” challenge at [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], dusted off and shined up to bit to be posted here.
Author’s note: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] mentioned this comm in passing this morning. It would be great to see some activity around here again; I'll try to do my part.
History Becomes Legend
Amid the noise and confusion of The Five Armies, Faramir had to struggle to understand the young Rohir, speaking haltingly in heavily accented Westron.
“Your brother, Lord Boromir ... well known ... noble man, mighty warrior ... beloved by our Prince. We have for him made a song -” He looked nervously to his friends for encouragement, as Faramir nodded his assent.
Stillness fell upon the room as the Rohirrim sang of bright sun, dark moon, valor, love beyond death. The words themselves were understood by only a few, but the power and majesty of the elegy spoke to the hearts of all.
Author: Annmarwalk
Characters: Faramir, Rohirrim
Rating/Warning: None. Sad.
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed. Original version posted to the “History” challenge at [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], dusted off and shined up to bit to be posted here.
Author’s note: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] mentioned this comm in passing this morning. It would be great to see some activity around here again; I'll try to do my part.
History Becomes Legend
Amid the noise and confusion of The Five Armies, Faramir had to struggle to understand the young Rohir, speaking haltingly in heavily accented Westron.
“Your brother, Lord Boromir ... well known ... noble man, mighty warrior ... beloved by our Prince. We have for him made a song -” He looked nervously to his friends for encouragement, as Faramir nodded his assent.
Stillness fell upon the room as the Rohirrim sang of bright sun, dark moon, valor, love beyond death. The words themselves were understood by only a few, but the power and majesty of the elegy spoke to the hearts of all.
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