#faramir

[glirdishlotr]

In my head I'm Faramir defending Ithilien.

In reality I'm wearing a sweater my mum knitted, in my village of fewer than 200 people, with the White Tree of Gondor stitched by hand across my chest.

[shiresackposting]

Why Faramir Did Not Fall to the Ring - laurelindorenan.com

When people talk about resistance to the Ring, they usually begin with the exceptional. Hobbits, whose smallness shields them from grand amb

[glirdishlotr]

omg I just need you to know that I LOVED the latest chapter of your fic. like, I used to really want emma to end up with faramir, mostly because their chemistry was insane🔥 but now I need legolas to be endgame.

not only because he literally prayed for the gift of men — which already destroyed me, emotionally — but because he talked about their future children, and that will always, always make me soft😭

omg you have no idea what it means to read this 🥹 the fact that you came in team Faramir is perfect — his chemistry with Emma HAD to be that real. and yes, the prayer for the Gift of Men destroyed me too while I was writing it. a being that ancient willing to do that… idk, it says everything about where he is right now 💚

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81317656/chapters/230257751

[glirdishlotr]

after reading the latest chapter, I'm AFRAID that the endgame I want for emma might not be the one in the story 🫪

i don't want to admit defeat for team faramir, but if she ends up with legolas, would you write an AU where she ends up with our captain?

I hear you and I get it 🫂 I won't spoil which way it goes, but both paths are real and neither one gets mistreated. And hey 👀 I've got drafts of an AU of "what if she'd chosen the other path"... so maybe the ending you want exists too, even if it's in another timeline.

so... are you team Legolas or team Faramir? 👀

legolas🏹

faramir🗡️

Remaining time: 5 days 7 hours

[kylobith]

Boromir Week 2026 - Day 6

Change of Fate, Fourth Age, Alternate Universe

SUMMARY: Faramir announces to Boromir as he recovers from his wounds that he and Éowyn are getting married. He seeks his older brother's blessing.

CHARACTERS: Boromir, Faramir, Éowyn

WORD COUNT: 746

Read it on AO3

Boromir hoists himself upright on the bed and Faramir rushes to his side to tuck pillows behind his back and plump them up. The older brother thanks him with a sigh, patting his wrist. The younger brings an additional stool to the bedside, earning approval from one of the healers before he does. He sits yet fidgets with the button at his cuff, tapping his foot nervously on the stone floor.

‘Alright, alright, enough already with the ruckus,’ Boromir hisses, already dizzy from sitting up. ‘You said you wanted to tell me something. What is it?’

‘Maybe we should wait a moment.’

‘Wh—’

At the same second, a figure appears at the doorframe. A lean woman with blond hair reaching her waist, rustling against the white silk of her belted dress with wide angel sleeves. On her shoulders rests a cloak as blue as the night with stars embroidered with gold thread. She curtseys yet does not utter a word. Faramir reaches a hand towards her but she does not take it. Instead, she advances into the room and occupies the open stool.

Boromir’s eyes widen.

‘That is Mother’s cloak. I recognise it.’

‘Yes, well… That is an important detail of what I mean to tell you,’ Faramir steers the conversation again. He eyes the woman for a split second, taking in a deep breath. ‘Boromir, this is Éowyn.’

‘The White Lady of Rohan,’ the wounded reflects pensively. ‘I thought I recognised your face. Anyway, what about it?’

Éowyn laces her fingers with Faramir’s as a silent encouragement. They do not need to speak for Boromir to understand the nature of their announcement. It is already clear as day. His mouth opens and closes, and he stares wide-eyed at his younger brother.

‘Éowyn and I are getting married,’ Faramir says at last, tears of joy glistening in his eyes as he beholds his beloved.

‘Absolutely not!’

The pair snaps their heads towards him, incredulous.

‘Care to explain?’ Éowyn grunts.

‘Faramir,’ Boromir starts, still puzzling his thoughts into order as they collide and slip out of his grasp, ‘do you not remember her from the few times we visited Edoras? She was insufferable, dreaming of becoming a shieldmaiden and hitting everything that moved with her toy sword. Including myself. Including you.’

His younger brother scoffs.

‘She was a child. She has grown out of it.’

‘Oh, has she now?’ Boromir continues, readjusting his position against the pillows behind him with a grimace. ‘Do you think I am daft and that I think that her presence here is natural? I have heard of a Rohirric woman who disguised herself as a man to fight our battle. She is disobedient, ungrateful, and she put many in danger by doing so!’

‘Do not speak to me as if I were not here,’ the Rohir protests, glaring at the man Faramir has told her so much about in the most positive manner. Right now, she does not see the same qualities in him as Faramir does.

‘My apologies, princess,’ Boromir forces a snarky smile. ‘But I stand by what I said; you put all your men and our own in danger by your being here.’

Faramir bites back the tears and uses all his strength to refrain from lashing out at his brother out of indignation. Of all people in the realm, he expected Boromir to understand and support his choice. If he is happy, why should he oppose it?

Éowyn, on the other hand, does not hesitate to defend herself.

‘I took care of Merry throughout our journey to Minas Tirith and prepared him for the battle,’ she states matter-of-factly.

‘Oh. B-But that does not mean tha—’

‘He and I took down the Witch King of Angmar by ourselves.’

‘You wh…?’

‘And I love Faramir.’

Upon seeing the conflict in his otherwise hostile eyes, Éowyn smirks.

‘And do not think that I have forgotten your diplomatic visits to my city, Captain. I still remember where your eyes went most of the time. If you give us your blessing, I could pay my cousin, Théodred, a visit and put in a good word for you.’

Boromir remains silent for a long moment. Faramir furrows his brow and glances towards his fiancée, wondering what on Arda her words could mean. His older brother inspects the young lady from head to toe multiple times, deciding whether he can trust her. Instead, he turns abruptly to Faramir.

‘I like her. Marry her.’

Dividers by @pixopix

Taglist: @boromir-week @lucifers-legions @emmathefanficgal

[iamdefinitelyaperson]

Movie Faramir grew up traumatized because his dad bullied him

Book Faramir grew up traumatized because he's a telepath and people around was horny for his dad (before palantir undilfed him)

[glirdishlotr]

I’m so happy with the first comments on chapter 31 of my LOTR fanfic because, yes: I did want it to hurt lol.

I wanted this chapter to leave that awful silence after seeing something that cannot be unseen. I wanted Legolas’ decision to feel heavy. The prayer, the fear, the love with no clean way out.

So reading that it stirred emotions, that it hurt, that the scene landed the way it was meant to… truly, thank you 🥹✨

Chapter 31 was basically pain with flowers on top.

If you want to read chapter 31, the one that was the hardest for me to write, I’ll leave the link here

And if you want to suffer from the moment they were still in Rivendell and everything was apparently calmer, when there was still more time for the slow burn before getting to the point where Legolas prays to Eru Ilúvatar to lose his immortality, I’ll leave the link from chapter 1 here

[feelinlikefaramir-fridays]

Today's Faramir Feeling™️