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|| it's been a long long time but i still rp on dreamwidth

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🗡That will depend on the manner of your return 🏹

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what the fall of númenor hell is this

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                                                    you are loved

                                   you are loved more than you know.

                             i hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so.

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@oneringnet event: favourite characters pt. ii — F A R A M I R

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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❝Don’t stand so far away, come close!❞

✧ | 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

     𝕬 cold wind brushed by – late in the year and early in the morning – and the sun seemed hardly able to climb over the mountains. Faramir shivered as he looked out and would not have fathomed coming ere the lord said so. He stepped out and came next to Elrond and suddenly felt himself warm.

Indeed here the morning seemed to touch down as a soft and warm, golden light that fell around Faramir like a mantle. He was surprised for the sigh that fell from him. ❛ To think, I may have missed this blissful sight. ❜ He had not looked east to the rising sun in a long time and felt at peace. ❛ And to know that there is somewhere left untouched by that terrible darkness. ❜ Thoughtfully, he fled back to silence.

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     𝕿hey all stood quietly in this hall — the Elendili, in the tongue now openly forbidden to them, the Faithful, called spies and traitors not by themselves but by the King’s Men — and were turned westward in both faith and yearning in these days. Hidden and safe by virtue of the Lord Amandil’s name; last Lord of Andúnië, though they did not know it yet.

The blasphemous and booming voice that came from whence they’d turned their backs swallowed that praying silence. Men suddenly stirred in confusion, anger– dread. And then hushed voices came to the stillness and quickly grew louder. Yet they all stood together, for Tar-Mairon had crept into the King’s council and they knew her.

One, held by his own terror and yet urged by that of his kinsfolk, finally step forth again. ❛ Be gone, fiend, for we see far and we see that your evil lord’s mask does not hide his foul deeds. ❜ A scholar, and in his youth a refuge from the western shores of Elenna. ❛ For this goodness and this land are not his gifts but of the Lords of West!      Never shall his name find a home in this hall. ❜

( Plotted starter for @adunada with my Sauron ! )

                                  MAIRON’S schemes began to play and she was winning this game. Ar-Pharazôn was wrapped around her finger like one of her rings. She had brought  TERROR  upon the isle of Númenor, carrying with her a dark promise of eternal life. She poisoned their king’s mind ( although he was already riddled, she simply gave him a nudge into the wrong direction ) and soon the  PLAGUE  had spread throughout. Her King was gone but he would not be forgotten and she cared not how much blood must be spilt to ensure it– hers or theirs.

                                        The temples that were once belonging to the Valar in the West– their statues and offerings were shattered and tossed away, making way for the sculpture of their newer god and Mairon took it upon herself to be called the High Priestess, promising them a dark deceit of eternal life.

                                  It had come upon her ear that there were still  HERETICS  filled with  HOPE ,  JOY  and  FAITH . They worshipped still those Valar that had nothing but oppose her Lord Melkor. With a few of valiant followers, she had scoured for that so called sacred house of prayer. Her voice  FEATHERY  and almost too  GLEEFUL  and her  SMILE  was far too convincing. Indeed, she brought justice to her name, the  DECEIVER . Though she was clothed still with Nimloth upon her breast, she appeared so  MENACING  with the Eye drawn upon her head with black ink and her own eyes shining in the dark should she stand beneath it.

                                  She spoke to the people of Rómenna and bidding them to join her. In the midst of a throng of faceless strangers, she stood and arms are raised. Her voice was thunderous but only for the Men to hear her. For a moment, she truly seemed indeed  KIND  and  HUMBLE .   ❝ Our Lord Melkor would smile upon us all if you should renounce your faiths and join us instead. Let not their lies cloud your sight and blind ye ! ❞

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|| @aglaecan​ 😮 feels like i see gandalf again after thinking for sure the balrog got him

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@halconath, 𝖁 : 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝕰𝖝𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌-𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖗, 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖔 𝕭𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘

     𝕿he cold air chilled him deeply and ever more as night dragged on (or what one would call it, for though Mithrandir ventured there were windows on the long side, either night was not ending or they would not see the day by some other ill). The Nine had spread their blankets all about them and their fur coats and gathered closely all together, yet little that seemed to hold against the draught of the great mine’s hall.

And despite the silence sleep came only arduously and was easily stirred when the guard changed. When Legolas left and Frodo came back Faramir’s slumber was jostled, but he lay still until Frodo lay down again. Then he spoke only in a low voice when he did. ❛ There is not a whisper in these halls yet I find no good rest. Perhaps I need for the toll of the city, where there is life. ❜

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𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖔:

   Elrond tilted his head, missing the first question entirely. With soft eyes he watched the son of man marvel at the expanse of one shelf out of a vast library ( and even the library here was just one out of a few elsewhere in the Vale. )

   The thoughts that flowed through his mind was of a much better time, when the worst news that bade Man to Rivendell was just about a very, very long winter. Everything dwindled when Angmar rose; the noise, the crowd, the colourful words. Everything passed away at the Last Alliance, but Elrond lived on. Diminished, but on he did.

   There are no words to describe the familiarity he feels towards Faramir.

   There is nothing that can take away the smile he offers, despite all things. Maybe later, when he is alone, he will settle his feelings.

   ❝Perhaps, of someone dearest to me.❞ Without turning, Elrond’s hand reached past a few books to pick one out about Ereinion Gil-galad. It is a story of both King and elf. ❝You may keep it, I have many copies. It may well serve as a beacon on your journeys.❞

     𝕰ven one blessed with longer life from old could barely fathom the time it took to fashion such a collection — the age of the Eldar — could only just so think on many there stood in the vale. The Lord Elrond’s answer touched him deeply; would he not like to think to do the same. 

❛ I thank you, lord. Most dearly will I keep it, ❜ Faramir bowed his head as he took the book into his hands, one below and one one the cover guardingly, ❛ and read it in time. ❜ Tonight, he thought and even now he looked at it. The touch of it too felt unlike he might compare, Faramir marvelled at it as much as at the shelves first. Grey eyes sought not to hide all that, and yet more they spoke.

     ❛ You have not said, lord, but at the Council, as all there spoke and I, a sense came over me that echoes now within your words of comfort. ❜ Thus Faramir said so, and he looked at Elrond with an earnestness that for a moment overpowered his still real amazement. ❛ I deem, my journey homeward will be more difficult than even the way by which I came. ❜

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|| dol amroth is gondor’s visible boner for elves

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Faramir: Boromir’s name means “steadfast jewel”, but Faramir’s name just means “sufficient jewel.”

Sufficient.

Denethor took one look at baby Faramir and thought “eh I guess he exists or whatever” which is very in character

haha :)

isn’t this funny :)

and so original :) :) :)

shouts..... FARAMIR IS QUENYA. FARAMIR WAS THE NAME OF THE SON OF KING ONDOHER OF GONDOR, WHO NAMED THEIR LINE IN Q. FARAMIR WAS THE SCRIPT-NAME OF A NOLDORIN ELF, WHO SPOKE NOLDORIN Q. 

fára..... the beach, the shore ........... mírë/mîr(N.)..... jewel, gem, treasure in Q; there is no sindarin “fara”; ≠ ‘sufficient’, there is nothing like that in any elven langauge, “faren” and “farn” and “far” do not morph like that; there is at best noldorin “fara-” for ‘hunt’; “faradrim” and “feredir” from “farad+dîr”; and borrowed by S.

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hc + anything he read about the feanorians

|| Maybe not read, all of it, but come to know about in some way.

There is the Anor-stone, that I think Faramir could guess at being in Minas Tirith still though he never mentioned. And know that with the others it came from Númenor, and that there they had been a gift from the Eldar and long before made by their most skillful.

I bet there are “fairytales” around in Dol Amroth talking about Maglor, and how he still wanders the shores.

I think the story of the Silmarils hangs around as a likely great legend of sorts, like as Maglor still wandering, whether they tie together like they do in the storytelling or less so.

There is also:

Those Gondorians learned in lore wished to speak like Noldor […]

Gondor loves Noldor. And for as much as they keep record and care of their history over all, the Last Alliance cannot be forgotten, and is not. I think some of Faramir’s regret, I think you could call it, that there was a time that the Gondorians had more close dealings with the Eldar of Middle-earth (as he related to Frodo, yadayada) comes from knowing this.

But that is to say, I think, much of the fate and tragedy that befell Fëanor and his sons is not as well related, and they are more so lost next to what little might be known of Fingolfin’s line through the kings of Gondor, the kings of Númenor, Elros, and Eärendil. A little bit through Fingon and Gil-galad by the circumstances of the Last Alliance, like I said.

I think in Dol Amroth the ships resemble those swan ships of the Teleri that Fëanor came on, and that there is some relation. And that maybe so much Faramir also knows, through his mother’s side of the family.

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Send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.