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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: B2MEM 2016, t_n_b alphabet
Format: Chaptered fic
Genre: Deathfic
Rating: PG-13 for talk of sexual activity but nothing graphic
Warnings:
Characters: Finduilas of Dol Amroth, OFC
Pairings: Denethor/Finduilas, Aragorn/Finduilas
Creator’s Notes (optional): Part of the Isildurchil Dithen-verse AU. An outtake of the prologue, "The Hidden Prince".
Summary: As Lady Finduilas lies near death, she confesses her feelings and fears to her devoted maid, Meluiel.
"Milady," she murmured. "The letter's been posted. Is there aught else I can help you with?"
"You are sure it will reach Captain Targon and none other?" Finduilas' voice was weak, but Meluiel heard her.
"None other, I swear it," Meluiel vowed. "The message rider is Dolindîr, my own brother. He would not betray us."
"Good," Finduilas whispered. "Come here, Meluiel. Sit with me."
Meluiel perched carefully on the edge of Finduilas' bed, tentatively putting her hand in her lady's when Finduilas offered. "I will not leave you, milady. I promise."
"Good, good." Finduilas sighed. "I...please, Meluiel, if you can, see that my son...my sons are not neglected. Denethor...will be no fit father, I know. I only hope Targon can see to...to my Faramir. But Boromir needs care, too."
"I will," Meluiel whispered. "Milady...do you fear Lord Denethor?"
Finduilas' lithe frame was wracked with coughing for a time and she could not answer, but Meluiel helped her sit back against the pillows, pouring her a cup of cool water. She sipped, and said, "I fear what he will become. He has not the nobility of our once-gwador."
"Captain Thorongil," Meluiel murmured. "Did...do you love him?"
"As a sister a brother," Finduilas murmured. "But that night...perhaps more. He was more."
That night. Meluiel understood. "Was he?"
"I could almost hate Ecthelion for it," Finduilas said sorrowfully. "But all the same...I see greatness in Thorongil's future. Kissing him was like kissing the King of Númenor."
Format: Chaptered fic
Genre: Deathfic
Rating: PG-13 for talk of sexual activity but nothing graphic
Warnings:
Characters: Finduilas of Dol Amroth, OFC
Pairings: Denethor/Finduilas, Aragorn/Finduilas
Creator’s Notes (optional): Part of the Isildurchil Dithen-verse AU. An outtake of the prologue, "The Hidden Prince".
Summary: As Lady Finduilas lies near death, she confesses her feelings and fears to her devoted maid, Meluiel.
Chapter Text
"Meluiel!" The young maidservant hurried into her mistress' chamber and bobbed a curtsey to the Steward's wife, though Finduilas was too ill to rise from her bed."Milady," she murmured. "The letter's been posted. Is there aught else I can help you with?"
"You are sure it will reach Captain Targon and none other?" Finduilas' voice was weak, but Meluiel heard her.
"None other, I swear it," Meluiel vowed. "The message rider is Dolindîr, my own brother. He would not betray us."
"Good," Finduilas whispered. "Come here, Meluiel. Sit with me."
Meluiel perched carefully on the edge of Finduilas' bed, tentatively putting her hand in her lady's when Finduilas offered. "I will not leave you, milady. I promise."
"Good, good." Finduilas sighed. "I...please, Meluiel, if you can, see that my son...my sons are not neglected. Denethor...will be no fit father, I know. I only hope Targon can see to...to my Faramir. But Boromir needs care, too."
"I will," Meluiel whispered. "Milady...do you fear Lord Denethor?"
Finduilas' lithe frame was wracked with coughing for a time and she could not answer, but Meluiel helped her sit back against the pillows, pouring her a cup of cool water. She sipped, and said, "I fear what he will become. He has not the nobility of our once-gwador."
"Captain Thorongil," Meluiel murmured. "Did...do you love him?"
"As a sister a brother," Finduilas murmured. "But that night...perhaps more. He was more."
That night. Meluiel understood. "Was he?"
"I could almost hate Ecthelion for it," Finduilas said sorrowfully. "But all the same...I see greatness in Thorongil's future. Kissing him was like kissing the King of Númenor."
