Inaugural fic!
Title: Marked
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Boromir/Theodred; Eowyn POV
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Tolkien = genius. Simbelmyne = not so much.
Summary: mark, vt. 1. to put or make a sign, impression, or mark on 2. to observe
Marked
She stood, unmarked by either man, unnoticed as ever, untouched by the morning sunlight seeping into the dim. Yet this once Éowyn was content to remain unseen. She stood silently, watching, a living shadow blending into the deeper gloom of the stables.
They stood, leaning close, foreheads resting together, their hair gleaming raven and golden even in the grey light. The Steward's heir reached up, tracing bearded jaw with unsteady fingers; her cousin caught the seeking hand in his own to pull it to his breast. Slowly they moved together, and Éowyn had to look away as one who, emerging suddenly from darkness, is dazzled by the sun's brightness.
She stood silently in the shadows, her face averted from the light, with tears gathering in her unseeing eyes. She stood, long after Boromir had ridden away on the borrowed steed and Théodred had returned to his duties, and when she closed her eyes the memory of their light remained marked on the insides of her eyelids.
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Boromir/Theodred; Eowyn POV
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Tolkien = genius. Simbelmyne = not so much.
Summary: mark, vt. 1. to put or make a sign, impression, or mark on 2. to observe
Marked
She stood, unmarked by either man, unnoticed as ever, untouched by the morning sunlight seeping into the dim. Yet this once Éowyn was content to remain unseen. She stood silently, watching, a living shadow blending into the deeper gloom of the stables.
They stood, leaning close, foreheads resting together, their hair gleaming raven and golden even in the grey light. The Steward's heir reached up, tracing bearded jaw with unsteady fingers; her cousin caught the seeking hand in his own to pull it to his breast. Slowly they moved together, and Éowyn had to look away as one who, emerging suddenly from darkness, is dazzled by the sun's brightness.
She stood silently in the shadows, her face averted from the light, with tears gathering in her unseeing eyes. She stood, long after Boromir had ridden away on the borrowed steed and Théodred had returned to his duties, and when she closed her eyes the memory of their light remained marked on the insides of her eyelids.