B6 - There'll Always Be An England
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Facets of Faramir: Statesman; Meta: [canon work] took place during WW1 or 2
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Faramir
Pairings: N/A
Summary: A first at Balliol (history)
There’ll Always Be An England
Childhood was a brief golden summer, blighted by his mother’s sudden death. After that came poetry, and the relative obscurity of the second son. A first at Balliol (history). He survived the first war, but scarred, besieged by tumultuous nightmares. Women of a certain type adored him for his cheekbones, the early loss of his mother, his sombre solitude, his kindness. Entering Parliament on his brother’s death, he understood the Nazi threat early. The backbenches beckoned, then vindication under the new PM. And as the bombs hit Dresden, he thought: I am not the man I imagined I would be.
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Faramir
Pairings: N/A
Summary: A first at Balliol (history)
There’ll Always Be An England
Childhood was a brief golden summer, blighted by his mother’s sudden death. After that came poetry, and the relative obscurity of the second son. A first at Balliol (history). He survived the first war, but scarred, besieged by tumultuous nightmares. Women of a certain type adored him for his cheekbones, the early loss of his mother, his sombre solitude, his kindness. Entering Parliament on his brother’s death, he understood the Nazi threat early. The backbenches beckoned, then vindication under the new PM. And as the bombs hit Dresden, he thought: I am not the man I imagined I would be.
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Date: 2012-03-29 01:26 pm (UTC)Women of a certain type adored him for his cheekbones, the early loss of his mother, his sombre solitude, his kindness.
And by women of a certain type, I am sure you do not mean fanfic writers... I love that he has no illusions about the Nazi threat, and the ambivalence of the last sentence. Perfect for statesman Faramir, and for the times in which our parents and grandparents lived (and the times we live now, surely.)
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Date: 2012-03-29 05:37 pm (UTC)He'd definitely have a first in history. I wonder if he'd rather have read Classics, but his father disapproved.
And by women of a certain type, I am sure you do not mean fanfic writers...
In words of Francis Urquhart, You might say that - I couldn't possibly comment...
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