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B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: B12, Third Age Locations, Archery in Arda, Four Words 2, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort 2, Artifacts and Weapons, Facets of Faramir, All OC's All The Time, Occupations
Format: Drabble
Genre: drama
Rating: PG for mention of injury
Warnings:
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, OC
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Creator’s Notes (optional): So, what do you think Aragorn should do with him, hmm? Suggestions welcome!
Summary: Aragorn is angered and grieved when Faramir is carried to the Houses of Healing with a serious injury. He has to confront the Prince of Ithilien’s assailant with Arwen by his side.
“How came the Prince Faramir by a collapsed lung?” King Elessar thundered.
“‘Twas an accident, sire,” the young archer stuttered, falling before the King and Queen in all their majesty and holding the purple hem of Arwen’s cloak. “Mercy, I beg of you, your Grace!”
“What is your name, nethben?” Arwen asked.
“Mallor son of Hurin the rat-catcher.”
“Tell us how Prince Faramir came to be hurt, Mallor,” Aragorn repeated.
“I was shooting apples,” Mallor admitted. “I knew not the prince was there, composing his latest poem!” He handed over the fragment which had fallen when his arrow flew astray.
Format: Drabble
Genre: drama
Rating: PG for mention of injury
Warnings:
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, OC
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Creator’s Notes (optional): So, what do you think Aragorn should do with him, hmm? Suggestions welcome!
Summary: Aragorn is angered and grieved when Faramir is carried to the Houses of Healing with a serious injury. He has to confront the Prince of Ithilien’s assailant with Arwen by his side.
“How came the Prince Faramir by a collapsed lung?” King Elessar thundered.
“‘Twas an accident, sire,” the young archer stuttered, falling before the King and Queen in all their majesty and holding the purple hem of Arwen’s cloak. “Mercy, I beg of you, your Grace!”
“What is your name, nethben?” Arwen asked.
“Mallor son of Hurin the rat-catcher.”
“Tell us how Prince Faramir came to be hurt, Mallor,” Aragorn repeated.
“I was shooting apples,” Mallor admitted. “I knew not the prince was there, composing his latest poem!” He handed over the fragment which had fallen when his arrow flew astray.
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