Story Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) Title: Steward's Drabbles (#2360) Author: Lilan Chapters: 5
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Archive: Tolkien Category: Lord of the Rings Description: Various drabbles (and double drabbles) featuring Faramir and others... Published: 09 Nov 2005 Updated: 04 Feb 2006 Warnings: Type: Humour Characters: Faramir, Eowyn, Elboron, Eldarion, Aragorn Chapter 1 - Ways Ways They are standing just below me. “Elboron, you should not eat green strawberries. You will be sick,” Faramir says, looking down at our five-year-old boy. I usually scream and slap him lightly on his little hands, causing the strawberries to fall. My husband lectures to him patiently about consequences. Elboron stuffs a handful of unripe berries into his mouth and grins at his father triumphantly. “My way is better,” I think as I quietly withdraw into the room from the spot at the window from where I have been watching my two men, my grin matching that of our son. Chapter 2 - Heirs Heirs That was stupid. No it wasnt! Why did you have to do that? I just wanted to sit in Fathers chair! That is a throne! And if you hadnt been so silly, you wouldnt have that cut now. Now Ill be in trouble too! You sat in your Fathers chair! The privilege of age. Its not fair! What is happening here, Elboron? Er nothing, Father. What is this cut on Eldarions brow, then? N-nothing, Lord Faramir. I I just fell. Hmm. Just fell, then. Elboron? Yes, Father? Please come and see me in my study after your lesson. Told you Chapter 3 - What Stewards Are For What Stewards Are For No, my dear Faramir, not only when the King was away! There was much to do while he was in the City. I deem your own unusual insight has long run in the family. That is priceless at Council meetings and with embassies! Careful, my lord, there is Barely had he uttered the words when Aragorns foot slipped, and the King tumbled down the stairs with a loud curse. that chipped step there. I thought I had warned you already! You know, Lord Faramir, he grinned as Faramir was helping him up, perhaps this is what Stewards are for, too. Chapter 4 - Faith...Hope...Love Faith How can it be that his words still resonate in my head? You are beautiful So clear. So confident. So natural. I look out of the window facing east. But my eyes never go further than him, clad in black, standing with his back against a tree. I make myself look towards the Black Land, towards its cloud of darkness. I remind myself fiercely that there is no possibility it can be swept away. I see him suddenly turn his head and glance my way, gravely and calmly; a pillar of quiet, unimposing, sad, yet unbroken strength. Perhaps I think. Hope A slight smile is sparkling in his eyes rather than on his lips. How fare you today, my lady? he asks. He looks pleased to hear I am well. I shall have to leave the Houses of Healing on the morrow, he says as we are walking along the alley. I simply nod to that. He talks animatedly about all the work he has to do But I am certain I shall find time to call upon you, owyn. I want to keep this sudden lightness his presence fills me with. He has awakened something I thought I had lost Love I watch you from our window, sparring with little Bergil. Your movements are not those of a warrior. You are like a dancer, so graceful and elegant. How silly I was to value men of war above all! But I did not know you then. The mock fight is over. You ruffle the lads hair, saying something that makes him produce a delighted grin. One day, I shall see you thus with our child. My chin rests on the windowsill, my mind drifting to you The door opens, and you smile at me. It is so easy to love you. Chapter 5 - Sons And Daughters Sons and Daughters A delighted squeak reaches us in our parlor. Faramir looks at me and grins. The boy is enjoying it properly, he says. It is so good you thought of it. I grin back, turning away from the window. Elboron, stark naked, is splashing happily in a big wooden tub filled with water. Well, it was filled with water a very short while ago. Now, only half of what was poured to warm in the sun for him to play in remains. The boy owyn? There is concern in my husbands voice. I keep forgetting how easily he sees into my very heart. I come closer and sit down at his feet, resting my head in his lap. I am so glad the war is over I blurt out suddenly. Faramir slides down from his chair to sit on the floor beside me. Why, love? Because mothers can have sons and not live dreading the day when they ride off to battle, I answer. It is good indeed, I hear, and catch a slight amused quiver in his voice. I have learned to read him too. He winks conspiratorially and whispers in my ear, Because it is no better with daughters. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) on Sun Nov 15, 2026 3:01 am