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Title: A New Tradition (#3184)
Author: isilelensar
Chapters: 2

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: The Steward and his young family celebrate the coming Yuletide by honoring an old tradition and starting a new one. (Double Drabble - 200 words)
Published: 08 Dec 2006
Updated: 20 Dec 2006
Warnings: none
Type: General
Characters: Faramir, Eowyn


Chapter 1 - A New Tradition

Faramir stood with his wife and young son in their private apartments, admiring the tree that took up a good amount of space. The fragrance of pine filled the air, which stirred many fond memories of when he was a boy.

“It is a tradition, you say?” Eowyn asked, leaving his side to chase after an enthusiastic Elboron. “Just a plain tree, unadorned?”

“Well, we also decorated the halls with boughs of holly, ribbons, and mistletoe hung in strategic places,” he called after her. He turned and gestured to the footman, who left quickly and quietly with a grin on his face.

“But, an unadorned tree? I should think it would look prettier if we decorated it as well.”

As if on cue, the footman returned, bearing a large box filled with all manner of decorations. 

“Where did you get all that?” Eowyn inquired, coming back with son firmly in hand.

“In Minas Tirith,” he shrugged and smiled at her. He kissed her tenderly, and then swung his boy up into his arms. “We shall start our own tradition, my love, and decorate our tree,” he happily told her. It looked to be a very cheerful Yuletide this year, indeed.


Chapter 2 - The Proper Placement of Mistletoe

After secretly observing her husband hang a few bunches of mistletoe around their apartments, Eowyn had taken it upon herself to place one of her own. Strategic places, indeed, she thought as she made sure this particular bunch was not quite so visible to Faramir’s keen eyes. So far, he’d managed to capture her in pretty much every doorway, his study, and next to the tree for a kiss. Each time, after each kiss, he would smile and point up at the mistletoe she had missed. 

He hadn’t yet thought of this spot to hang mistletoe. Very strategic, of course. She gave a satisfied nod to the berries and to her own careful planning. Easing herself off the bed, she turned around and squeaked in surprise as her husband’s arms wound around her. His eyes darted from her, to the mistletoe, and back again.

“Faramir! You weren’t supposed to find out yet!” she cried. “I was hoping to finally catch you for all the times you caught me.”

“Consider me caught, my love,” he answered with a slow, sensual smile. Eowyn tugged him down onto their bed and under the mistletoe hanging above their pillows, smiled and kissed him soundly.
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