FIC: Yesterday's Wounds (LotR)
Title: Yesterday's Wounds
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I have a vivid fantasy life, but I do not pretend to be JRR Tolkien, nor do I pretend to own his characters.
Summary: Symbols and skin.
Notes: An AU drabble, inspired by Miracle of Being, with kind permission from ribby.
Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing that night has shed.
~Susan CoolidgeYesterday's Wounds
By Galadriel
Afternoons, at the appointed hour, the people would come -- penitents, complainants, gawkers all -- wishing to see, breathe, savour the air of the man of the Reunited Kingdom.
Each one announced by Elessar's favoured, Steward and son (yet "son of" no longer). Manners of court, clipped speech and deep bowing, conspired with cloth embroidered by age. Secretive smiles, bedchamber knowledge cloaked in crushed velvet, exchanged through the day.
Yet each night and every morning fingertips, lips, tongue traced familiar ridges, valleys, edges. Three paling scars; warm, fading markers of his own living miracle, King and Kingdom reunited in one treasured whole.
END
(January 11, 2006)An interesting reformatting of this drabble to explore a more poetic structure is available for perusal here.
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, athelingas, rugbytackle.
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: PG
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I have a vivid fantasy life, but I do not pretend to be JRR Tolkien, nor do I pretend to own his characters.
Summary: Symbols and skin.
Notes: An AU drabble, inspired by Miracle of Being, with kind permission from ribby.
Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing that night has shed.
~Susan CoolidgeYesterday's Wounds
By Galadriel
Afternoons, at the appointed hour, the people would come -- penitents, complainants, gawkers all -- wishing to see, breathe, savour the air of the man of the Reunited Kingdom.
Each one announced by Elessar's favoured, Steward and son (yet "son of" no longer). Manners of court, clipped speech and deep bowing, conspired with cloth embroidered by age. Secretive smiles, bedchamber knowledge cloaked in crushed velvet, exchanged through the day.
Yet each night and every morning fingertips, lips, tongue traced familiar ridges, valleys, edges. Three paling scars; warm, fading markers of his own living miracle, King and Kingdom reunited in one treasured whole.
END
(January 11, 2006)An interesting reformatting of this drabble to explore a more poetic structure is available for perusal here.
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, athelingas, rugbytackle.