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anghraine · 3 months

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A bunch of the responses to this post of mine brought up the appeal of a (bookverse) scenario where Denethor lives.

I always find this fascinating! As I said in the post, while Denethor's tragic arc is a fantastic one that makes sense for his character, it also feels a bit like he (and to a lesser but still present extent, Faramir) gets steamrollered by the plot for the sake of Aragorn's ascension.

So what happens if he doesn't get driven to suicide by the plot? I've only read a couple of fics dealing with this, long ago (not on AO3), and both resolved it by having Denethor ultimately come around to Team Aragorn. Personally, it's difficult for me to imagine him doing this of his own free will in basically any scenario.

But what does happen?

I'm not sure, but personally, I always think of three basic ways to avert the "Denethor conveniently removes himself from the picture, leaving a dying Faramir to be convinced by mystical kingly healing" situation without drastically changing the circumstances. Here they are:

Scenario 1

In canon, Denethor briefly regains his sanity when Faramir calls out to him and vacillates for a moment before committing to self-destruction. This scenario can split off there: what if he'd swung the other way and come out of it?

At this point, multiple people are dead as a result of Denethor's despair and Faramir is still dying. His position is about as shaky as possible. What now?

Scenario 2

Let's rewind further. Faramir is brought in per canon, sickened from an arrow + the Black Breath. Denethor considers one last, desperate look into the palantír, but stays with Faramir instead. He never despairs completely and never goes mad. He's right there when Aragorn heals Faramir.

This likely means that Faramir loses his TTT ambivalence the same way as in canon and is a firm supporter of Aragorn. But Denethor (though affected in some way by the restoration of his son) still has major reservations and hasn't jeopardized himself nearly as much as in Scenario #1. This is going to be messy.

Scenario 3

But if we really want to unwind the way the plot is structured to brush Denethor's and Faramir's initial reservations aside without really engaging with them, we've got to go further back. Change exactly one thing: Faramir isn't dying. He's not even that sick, at least not yet.

As a result, Denethor isn't driven to despair. Faramir is basically fine at this point and does not need to be pulled out of the shadows by Aragorn (and thus unlikely to immediately recognize Aragorn as king). Aragorn is not going to push the kingship matter during the height of a war for survival. The best case scenario (IMO) is that, somehow, Denethor is still convinced to send troops to the Morannon as a tactical maneuver, the Ring is still destroyed, and the question of Aragorn's claim is handled afterwards.

How is it handled, though?

#for 3: in all honesty i can see denethor unbending enough to somewhat assist in the rebuilding of arnor #given everything aragorn did for gondor #it's hard for me to see denethor doing more than that #so ultimately what happens is going to turn on /aragorn's/ response #does he wait for denethor to die? does he demand a formal ruling? does he use his popularity and heroics to force the matter informally?#does he take what's offered for now to help his people?#lot of ways it could go!#anghraine babbles #plotbunnies!#legendarium blogging #legendarium fanwank #denethor #aragorn #faramir #long post

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luthienne · 1 year

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Would you ask him out if you were to see him on the streets now?

i am now very much devoted to another <3 an endlessly kind & patient & whimsical person i never could have imagined back in the era of my tragically unrequited love. someone around whom i can be wholly & unreservedly myself, who makes even the most mundane or difficult of tasks seem worth doing if i can do them with him <3

#ask #anon #he is a very steady & gentle person. like faramir <3 #he also won me over with his piano playing... oh my god i have a type. but also v shortly after we met he told me that he now #understood why ulysses had to be tied to the mast after hearing the sirens sing. like ?!?! i am not Immune to such a Declaration #anyway i would live every impossible moment of my life again if it meant the events of the universe would converge just so.#so that we'd always meet despite all the odds. i would search for him in every universe in every lifetime <333

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ancalimearts · 1 year

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Faramir <3333

#I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME ASJKSDDKFJ.#like. so many hours. SO MANY #anyways #boy <3 #faramir #lotr #lord of the rings #rotk #return of the king #tolkien #my art #i looooooove he

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glitteringaglarond · 1 year

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'We do not shape stone with battle-axes, nor with our finger-nails,' said Gimli. 'But I will help as I may.'

In which Gimli continues to prove himself thee funniest and wittiest character in these books with the most hilariously sarcastic response possible

#lotr newsletter #Gimli #and yes this imo is theee funniest line in the book #it’s one of the things that solidified him as one of my top 5 faves #but THEE thing that solidified that is yet to come #anyway I love him and tbh if not for Faramir he’d probably be my favorite #my op #newsletter march 3

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caenith · 1 year

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The tall green man laughed grimly. 'I am Faramir, Captain of Gondor,'

Him? HIM!!!

#tolkien #lotr #lotr newsletter #faramir #oh I love our little Gondor boy <3

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essenceofarda · 2 months

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I'm working on fleshing out the plot for my farawyn & eothiriel fancomic and it's,,, y'all,,, this is literally gonna take me like 20 years to finish 😱🤣🤔🫡

It's gonna be hella long 😳 The first chapter alone is gonna be over 25 pages long, and I already have 3-5 chapters planned for and that's not even close to the finish line lol let alone the halfway mark of the story (i mean, it's probably equal to a long-ish fic, but comics take so much more time to tell 🫠). Also I cannot wait for y'all to meet Lothiriel in just a few pages 🤩

Anyway, I'm thinking of MAYBE adding early access pages of this comic and a few others to a low cost tier on my patreon once it's relaunched/revamped bc I really want to be able to post at least one or two pages a month 🤔 tho i'm hoping to maybe post weekly on patreon, so it'd be early access AND faster update schedule, if I go this route. That way i don't feel guilty for spending hours a day/week working on these comics lolll

anyway, i'm having so much fun working on this story 🥰🤗

#funky's personal tag #farawyn #eothiriel #faramir x eowyn #faramir/eowyn #eomer/lothiriel #eomer x lothiriel #lotr #lord of the rings #i haven't decided yet if I AM going to add early access pages to patreon or not #i'd like to but we'll see #if i do it'll be mAX $3/month or something #and it'll be weekly updates (at least) of pages of a few of my fancomics (maybe) as well as bi-weekly updates of BTCT (my webtoon)#so.. a pretty good deal i think?#but anyway. Having a lot of fun #enough fun that I want to keep making this comic and be able to justify spending enough time on it to actually finish it one day X')#in the meantime tho #i hope to get the next page up and also the comic put on tapas #we get introduced to Gondor's Mean Girls in this chapter >:(#Ladies of Minas Tirith who are not-so-pleased that the Lord Faramir was snatched up by a woman of ROHAN no less #Witch King Slayer or no

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy · 1 year

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the side-by-side tho:

Merry about Eowyn while they ride to Gondor: he caught the glint of clear grey eyes; and then he shivered, for it came suddenly to him that it was the face of one without hope who goes in search of death

Gandalf’s words to Faramir before he goes to Osgiliath: “do not throw your life away rashly or in bitterness””

#i msg'd this to catie at like 2:30 am lmao #lot #lord of the Rings #Tolkien #Eowyn #Faramir #and then they find each other <3

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brother-genitivi · 7 months

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tagged by @buchimgay @vakarians-babe @buridanshorse to share my favorite movie, hobby, animal, character, colour, place, season, album, and food <3

tagging @transgaledekarios @wildlymish @druidhalsin @emptyshellofanillusionwizard @miolumie @tamarsart @tatert07s

#tag game #TYSM FOR THE TAGS!!#also. yes. i put 2 characters #but it's éowyn and faramir i cannot separate them #the album is 'take me back to eden' by sleep token #and the place is the fair in kocaeli #food is kadayıf which i'm craving rn ngl #oh and. that's my cat kai <3

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rohirric-hunter · 8 months

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Léonys, 4 or 31?

This one turned out kinda long.

So there are elements of LotRO that indicate that ghosts have some sort of physical presence and can interact with the physical world, but it's not really confirmed, and think of the angst if they can't!

Anyway, LotRO has Situations resolve themselves juuuuust in time to keep the story moving quite a lot, and for the most part I'm willing to overlook it in the name of keeping on trucking, but the end of Instance: Vengeance of the Fallen always struck me as a little bit jarring because the very moment everyone except Faramir dies or leaves or what have you, you just conveniently manage to break free. Just then. Not a few minutes earlier, when it would have been very inconvenient, or a few minutes later, which would have been less convenient. Whole situation slaps of 'it's expensive to throw in models and animations and we're not going to do it for four seconds at the very end of this instance when we could also just have you bust yourself out.' So anyhow, this is my spin on it.

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The Bloodletter collapses against the altar and breathes his last, and you let out a shaky breath yourself. Although the Wainriders faded away what feels like minutes ago, their chill still hangs in the air, showing no signs of relenting. They feel different than the Oathbreakers from the White Mountains, colder, duller, more like anger and less like hate. You loathe that you are beginning to have a sense for this sort of thing.

You jerk against the shackles that hold your arms and legs in place, to no avail. The altar is made to hold desperate men, looking death in the eye; of course you cannot simply pull free. You pause for a moment, take two deep breaths, and then begin to run your fingers along the cuffs on your wrists. If the lock is simple enough, perhaps you can pick it, though how you are going to get a tool to pick it with into your hand, you aren't quite sure. It doesn't matter, as it turns out, because you feel no keyhole or locking mechanism on either cuff.

The Shade of Faramir, son of Ondoher, appears beside you, announcing himself with a gust of cold and wrong, and you shiver, reflecting that the chill had subsided a bit, after all. "Léonys!" he says. "What has happened?" Before you can answer, he looks about and takes in the sight before him. If his gaze lingers on the body of Burudagath a little longer than anything else, whether in fear or relief, he does not mention it. Indeed, he mentions very little, pausing only to say, "I… I cannot unchain you," before beginning to fade again.

"Wait!" you exclaim, overcome with an irrational fear that he is departing, moving on, and you will be left here alone, but he does not wait.

"I will return with help,” he says, and then he is gone, and you are alone, chained to an altar in the wastes before Mordor, shivering in the chill air.

You tug at the shackles again, twist your hands about to explore them more thoroughly, and try not to think, but there is precious little else to do. You do not know what oath or curse trapped Faramir here as a shade, and the fear that the death of Burudagath may have ended it lingers, twisting in your stomach and leaving you feeling ill. As time stretches on, another, uglier thought enters your mind; perhaps Mincham was right, and Faramir cannot be trusted. Noble though he may seem, he still lingers here when he ought to move on, and such machinations are of the Enemy. You had thought at first that he felt like Arvedui, but now you think that is not so; around Arvedui there had been a faint warmth, not comforting in itself, but comforting in that none of the other shades and spirits in the North had shared it and it had offered you some reassurance of his identity and intentions. This Faramir has no such warmth, and you feel yourself tremble as you think of it. Are you even certain he is who he says he is? Artamir had seemed sure of it, but perhaps he was mistaken. It would not be the only fell spirit with designs to pose as a long-dead king.

You tremble for another reason, too. It is cold here, atop the hill with the wind blowing over it from the marshes, and you are still stretched out across the altar, unable to huddle up and try to conserve your body heat. The chains rattle as you shiver, and you feel your muscles bunching and tensing, straining for you to shift, stretch, do something. But the shackles are hard and unforgiving, and you can do nothing but lie there, shaking from the cold and the uncertainty. You wonder if another search party might be sent to find you. Part of you hopes not; more than half of the last one had not come back, and the Host will have need of every able-bodied fighter in the morning. The other part of you reflects miserably on the hours ahead, alone with nothing but the howling wind for company. It is the thirst that will get you first, unless the Wainriders change their minds and return, or some other enemy happens across you.

"Léonys," Faramir says again, and you flinch in surprise. He looks at you in something like concern as you catch your breath. "Help is coming," he says. "I am sorry I was so long about it, but many of your allies are mistrustful of me."

"You came back," you say breathily, unable, for the moment, to address his latter comment. "You actually came back."

Faramir seems to frown. "It grieves me that I took so long," he says. "I thought to find Artamir, but I know not where he is."

"Studying the ruins at Haerondir," you say faintly, and then frown. That had been true when you had last been there, hours ago. Who knows if he is even there anymore.

"You seem unwell,” Faramir says. “I will tell them to hurry."

"No!" you say louder, more insistent this time. "Stay. Please stay. I don't want to… be alone." You very nearly say, "die alone," but bite it back before you can. Faramir said that help was coming, and you believe him, despite your doubts. His presence is not a reassuring one, but it is a presence, and that itself is comforting.

Faramir wavers a moment, and then relents, drifting closer to you. He glances again at the fallen Burudagath and then looks up, at the tattered banner that flutters above you, and seems to smile, grim satisfaction radiating from him. “For all the defilement that Burudagath brought upon it, my father’s banner resisted any final destruction,” he says. “Gondor must press on through the darkness in much the same way, it seems.” He pauses. “The folly of my past has been answered this day. Perhaps it was once true that my allies were fated to a greater end without my hand in battle, but no more.”

You twist your head and try to look at him, though it is hard to catch any detail in his wavering, translucent face. “I don’t think that was ever true,” you say quietly. “Surely you don’t think things would have turned out better here without you?” His speech was more comforting than you had expected, and having something to talk about makes you feel a little bit better.

“No,” he says. “But my presence aided nothing.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” you say. “I’m no historian. But maybe you made a mistake, but it can’t all have been bad. Every sword is of use in a war, that’s what they keep telling me. And you’ve helped me today, and those men out in the marshes. If you’re helping now, I think you were probably helping then, too.” You turn your head back to look straight up at the top of the structure above you. It is no pretty sight, but your neck was beginning to ache.

“You are kind to say so,” Faramir says.

Before you can reply, you hear footsteps nearby; someone is climbing the hill towards you. You raise your head to see who it is, and Faramir turns to face them head-on, laying a spectral hand on the hilt of his sword, out of habit, perhaps, or as a warning, as you have not seen him actually use the thing in battle. But a moment later a familiar grey hood appears, and you choke out a disbelieving laugh.

“Radanir?” you say to Faramir. “You got Radanir, of all people, to listen to you?”

“No,” Faramir says, relaxing. “Radanir tried to kill me the very moment he laid eyes on me. His companion, however, was more receptive.”

Behind Radanir, Lothrandir appears, breathing heavily, and when he crests the hill he pauses to catch his breath. You release another laugh, for it does not surprise you that Lothrandir was the one to listen to Faramir when everyone else mistrusted him. It is also born of concern, for you can see in his bearing that he is in pain, and you know he still feels many hurts from Isengard, but as you think it he straightens up, as if to belay your fears.

Radanir is already striding forward, towards you. He stops short of the altar and stoops, and straightens up with a gaudy, overly decorated key in hand. It fits the locks in the shackles perfectly and a moment later your hands are free, and you push yourself into a sitting position. “I’ve already apologized for attacking you,” he says as he sets to work on the shackles about your ankles. “And if you were one of the Enemy’s fell spirits, as I thought at first, then you would have thanked me for it.”

“I daresay I would,” Faramir retorts. “Were I not too closely occupied with the pointed end of your blade!”

The joke seems to snap something, and for perhaps the first time, you feel completely at ease in Faramir’s presence. If you want for anything, it’s warmth, but as your feet are freed and you swing them off the side of the altar, Radanir offers you a quick embrace, and Lothrandir takes you by the shoulders and looks you up and down before pulling you close himself, and if you could, if he was not still too misty thin and untouchable, you would have pulled Faramir into the embrace.

#lotro fanic #ask game #ty <3 #this one was fun #i kinda want to do something with faramir son of ondoher in twwsmr-verse #wow thats a horrible acronym #but ye

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southfarthing · 8 months

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DEFINITELY came for the Faramir, stayed for the Faramir fact that you are a very cool person!!! :D

😩😩😩💛💛💛

#luring you all with faramir. dangling him like bait<3 #i appreciate you ty!!!! 🥹#anonymous #replies

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emyn-arnens · 1 year

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Hiiii one or two more for Farawyn? 1 and 51? :) you rule thanks for doing these!

1. Introduction

Faramir’s hand pressed gently between Éowyn’s shoulder blades as he led her across the terrace that bordered the side of their house, its stone floor warm from the sunbeams that spilled through the colonnade on her right and slipped through the cracks between her fingers as she covered her eyes with her hands, as Faramir had asked her to.

“Only a little farther,” he said, guiding her down the terrace steps and through the deep, springy turf that surrounded their house; past the cool shadow of the ash tree that grew behind their house; and over the flagstone path that divided her herb garden into two halves, until he stopped her by touching her arm, and she heard a door unlock and swing open before her—the door to her healer’s quarters that he had ordered the construction of in early spring, but had bidden her to not visit until the construction was done, so that he might surprise her.

“You may look now,” he said, and Éowyn heard a smile in his voice.

Opening her eyes, Éowyn saw before her the stone house, split into two wings that surrounded a small courtyard in the center, that she had watched Faramir’s hired hands construct stone by stone for months, and she stepped inside the open door, her mouth parted slightly in awe at the sight that greeted her: To the left, beneath the shadow of the blooming tamarisk trees that bordered the side of the house, was a low, cool room whose walls were lined with cedar-wood shelves, all filled with her various jars and bowls of compounds, pastes, and tinctures, and several worktables stood in the center of the room, and the ceiling was strung with bundles of dried herbs; to the right, sunlight streamed through the wide windows of an airy room that held several beds and small tables, and clay pots filled with mint, lemon balm, feverfew, and thyme lined the windowsills.

Éowyn turned in wonder, scarcely able to take everything in, and reaching for Faramir’s hand, she said, “It is more than I could ever have wished for.”

51. Sport

“Do not hold your shoulders and arms so rigidly!” Éowyn called to Elboron, watching her son grimace as the force of Faramir’s parry traveled down the length of his sword to his arms, and his blade wavered and fell from his hands, and he flung himself to the ground in defeat.

Hiding a smile, Éowyn stood up and collected Elboron's sword, bidding him to rest in the shade of the tree she had been sitting under and watch her and Faramir demonstrate.

The length and weight of Elboron’s blade was shorter and lighter than she was used to, but it would serve, and she assumed her stance, keeping her shoulders open and flexible and her grip on the hilt firm, and she parried Faramir’s thrusts with ease, blocking each strike with fluid motions. With a wink that Faramir returned, she ducked beneath his next blow, caught the edge of his blade with hers, and twisted, disarming him; and as Faramir’s sword clattered to the ground, Elboron leaped up and shouted in amazement before running over to them and begging to learn the maneuver.

Kneeling before Elboron, Éowyn smoothed his hair fondly and said, “Your father and I will teach you, once you have progressed further, but you must remember that although such maneuvers are eye-catching, they are solely means of defending yourself, for you must only fight when you have need to—to defend yourself or those whom you love—and not to seek glory in prowess or battle.”

Send me a number and two characters and get a five-sentence drabble.

#thanks anon! <3 #lotr #faramir #eowyn #elboron #my fic #asks #i headcanon that even though there's peace after the war faramir and eowyn would still teach elboron how to defend himself #since they live so near to mordor and minas morgul and sauron's servants haven't been entirely vanquished #and i think that even though eowyn wants to be a healer she wouldn't mind showing their children how to defend themselves #because she would agree with faramir that it is necessary to be prepared to defend what you love

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themysterytrip · 1 year

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1. Faramir

2. Merry

3. Éowyn

4. Éowyn/Dernhelm

#queer tolkien #tolkien #dernhelm #eowyn #éowyn #faramir #merry brandybuck #i ship éowyn/dernhelm with both of them #but I think the friendship between all 3 is the most important #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings

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afaramir · 4 months

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the thing about the faramir goes to rivendell au that exists in my head is that it is just a wisp of a dream and yet at the same time a vision of a sprawling endeavour that rewrites the lord of the rings. yes all of it. its sooo…something that is very likely just past the edge of what i can plausibly achieve. as a writer. AND YET. the impulse…………………is upon me……

#IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING HARD.#writing 3-5k of normal faramir fic feels like genuinely pulling teeth. AND YET!!!!#denethor sends the right son to do the right job dot mp4 #its like. i have been realizing that i Understand lotr. to a degree that is astounding even to me. like i didn’t realize how little…#…i Understood. when i was younger. but I Get It Now and i just think. well i could do it.#.txt #faramir goes to rivendell au

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elesssars · 1 year

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hello i am here and i would like to be a lotr mutual ghdkskfjsk i am also star wars (hence how i saw the ask you answered) but i miss lotr & need to at least rewatch the movies (extended editions, hopefully)

other than aragorn, who are your favorite characters???

omg howdy!! :D i would love to be mutuals omg, i always need more lotr fans in my life!!! ALSO STAR WARS hell yea!! honestly i fall back on lotr so often when i need a pick me up, the comfort is too real

yea, aragorn is def a given with my obsessed posting GEJDJSJFJKE but i also LOVE eowyn!!! i thought she was absolutely the raddest as a kid, and then as i got older i started to identify with her character a bit more and understand her complexity, the struggle with wanting to break out of your femininity because the people around you equate it with weakness, but ultimately finding strength in it and reconciling those feelings… and she’s still rad!!

i also ADORE samgam, the most stalwart companion and loyal friend. he’s so dependable and caring, i strive to have even half of his energy whekfjekdn, he’s one of those lotr characters absolutely fueled by love, who carried his own massive weight and yet sets his eyes on caring for others. also, he’s a gardener, and i love plants. he such a guy

both boromir and faramir are such interesting characters to me, and i have a special place in my heart for them too!! boromir scared me a little as a kid, but once again as i got older i understood him better and grew INTENSELY fond of him. someone described him as a folk hero once, and i absolutely agree and love how much he loves his home. AND FARAMIR UGH!! such an intensely loyal, insecure, desperate character, and watching him heal was so absolutely wonderful for me :’] my darling boy!!!

those are my favs off the top of my head but honestly if u get me goin about any character i will probably end up saying they’re also my favorite BENDEKJDKGG

#for instance frodo. if i talk about him i explode #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK HIII :3 new friends are the best #also. t4t bi4bi faramir and eowyn!!!! to me!!!!!!#sorry this took me a bit to get back to hejdjf im actually on a big trip with my family rn :3 #asks #aragorn #boromir #samwise gamgee #faramir #eowyn #JOY PEACE AND LOVE EXPECT ME IN YOUR INBOX SOON TO ASK U THE SAME THING!!!!#95

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