LOTR Drabble: Object Lessons
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martasficTitle: Object Lessons
Summary: A teenage Faramir helps his brother to the Houses of Healing after an accident.
Word Count: 200
Rating: General (nothing objectionable)
Timeline: Mid-Third Age (bookverse)
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The orderly looked up at the sound of a door opening. The sight of the steward's sons was hardly unfamiliar; he sighed and walked over.
Boromir released his hold on Faramir's shoulder and grasped the orderly's arm with the hand not bound to his side by strips of cloth. "What happened this time?" the orderly asked Faramir.
"Boulders," Faramir stated, "from the southern slopes of Mindolluin. You know how he enjoys showing off for his friends..."
The orderly settled Boromir into the chair by the hearth, careful not to jar the injured shoulder. Both he and Faramir heard the hiss as Boromir sucked in his breath. The orderly nodded to the quilt on the bed. "If you will see to your brother, my lord, I will find you a healer." He took a few steps toward the door before pausing. "You walked that far? From beyond the gates?"
Faramir ignored the peeved look his brother gave him. "How else will he learn the value of temperance?" The orderly smiled at that. So like Faramir, to turn even an injury into a lesson!
He had reached the hall before he realised Faramir must have sacrificed his under-tunic for his brother's sling.
Summary: A teenage Faramir helps his brother to the Houses of Healing after an accident.
Word Count: 200
Rating: General (nothing objectionable)
Timeline: Mid-Third Age (bookverse)
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The orderly looked up at the sound of a door opening. The sight of the steward's sons was hardly unfamiliar; he sighed and walked over.
Boromir released his hold on Faramir's shoulder and grasped the orderly's arm with the hand not bound to his side by strips of cloth. "What happened this time?" the orderly asked Faramir.
"Boulders," Faramir stated, "from the southern slopes of Mindolluin. You know how he enjoys showing off for his friends..."
The orderly settled Boromir into the chair by the hearth, careful not to jar the injured shoulder. Both he and Faramir heard the hiss as Boromir sucked in his breath. The orderly nodded to the quilt on the bed. "If you will see to your brother, my lord, I will find you a healer." He took a few steps toward the door before pausing. "You walked that far? From beyond the gates?"
Faramir ignored the peeved look his brother gave him. "How else will he learn the value of temperance?" The orderly smiled at that. So like Faramir, to turn even an injury into a lesson!
He had reached the hall before he realised Faramir must have sacrificed his under-tunic for his brother's sling.