Yet another Celebrating Middle-Earth Month has slipped away (or will have, in twenty minutes) without much activity from me. Sadly, March has tended lately to be one of the busiest months of the year at my job, so I watch the month go by while wishing I had the time to do something creative. So that this one may not be completely dry, I am making public a drabble that I wrote a couple of years ago for
Lilan14. It was a forfeit for losing a bet; I agreed to write a drabble on a topic of her choosing. She asked for "Faramir, nude."
(I actually started writing up a longer version of this, explaining how Faramir happened to be in this place at this time, but then I decided to let this part stand on its own as a perhaps slightly surreal moment.)
Clean
The sun is high when Faramir comes to a tree-ringed pool of clear water, fed by a stream. He hesitates only a moment before stripping and wading in.
It is deeper than he expected, reaching his chest. Cool water tingles slightly on his new bruises and abrasions. He lets the current wash away the grime, sweat, and blood of the day’s battle. Then, with easy strokes, he swims to the far side and back. His long, lean body glides smoothly through alternating patches of shadow and light. Then his feet touch the bottom and he rises from the water, clean.