Loving Hands
Mar. 14th, 2005 10:17 amTitle: Loving Hands
Author: Annmarwalk
Characters: Faramir,Eowyn
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words
Author's Note: A gift for
kortirion, incorporating some of her interests: jewelry, embroidery, porcelain.
Loving Hands
What Faramir remembers most about his mother are her hands: soft and cool, with exquisite jewelry. He recalls a peculiar translucence, like porcelain, and her veins like delicate embroidery under the skin.
Eowyn’s fingers are short and calloused, with broken nails. Rough from riding and grafting fruit trees and helping to coax reluctant foals and lambs from their mother’s wombs.
At night, Eowyn rubs her hands with a salve of beeswax and lavender and honey, laughing that she had to fight the bees for every bit. Faramir kisses each finger, each palm, breathing deeply the scent of honey and flowers.
Author: Annmarwalk
Characters: Faramir,Eowyn
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words
Author's Note: A gift for
Loving Hands
What Faramir remembers most about his mother are her hands: soft and cool, with exquisite jewelry. He recalls a peculiar translucence, like porcelain, and her veins like delicate embroidery under the skin.
Eowyn’s fingers are short and calloused, with broken nails. Rough from riding and grafting fruit trees and helping to coax reluctant foals and lambs from their mother’s wombs.
At night, Eowyn rubs her hands with a salve of beeswax and lavender and honey, laughing that she had to fight the bees for every bit. Faramir kisses each finger, each palm, breathing deeply the scent of honey and flowers.
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Date: 2005-03-14 04:34 pm (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2005-03-15 02:04 am (UTC)Finduilas would have been his romantic idealized version of womanhood; while Eowyn would have been the infinitely surprising reality. For one who was raised without any close female relations, the reality of what women do in the course of their normal lives must have been a shock to him at first.