And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.

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And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.
for tentaklingon (R)
The healers know, Dernhelm is sure, and of course the Fellowship (though they will not speak of it), and perhaps a few others he trusts. But with his brother Eomer on the throne of Rohan, and Eowyn officially dead upon the fields of Pelennor, there is no noble maidenhead to consider, no political difficulties between Gondor and Rohan, no reason why he should not fight at the side of his beloved.
For Gondor finds such dalliances obvious, scarcely worth tittering about; these have been their ways since time immemorial, a decadent nation of scholars and soldiers among whom no man has been untouched by battle-wracked hunger for flesh. Now that Aragorn rules upon his throne and Gondor has begun to amass its strength and its alliances with its smaller neighbors, there are bigger subjects of gossip than whether the Steward shares his bed with a little-known horseman of Rohan.
If Dernhelm had remained Eowyn, he would now be seeing suitors from among Rohan's neighboring kingdoms; he would wear kirtles instead of tunics, would plait his hair and keep his eyes downcast; he would live under his brother's protection and in his brother's household until some man came to fondle his breasts and carry him away to a strange household to be a bride. Here, instead, he wears armor and carries a blade, and none finds it strange; he drinks with his fellows and at night he wraps his body around his lover, who does not care by which mechanisms he brings Dernhelm to ecstasy, who suckles at his cock although it is scarcely more than a nub among folded flesh, who bites him and fucks him with the violence of a man taking pleasure in a man.
For he may grow no beard, and his voice may be bittersweet rather than rich; but his arm is strong and his heart is true, and Dernhelm is no woman.
That moment where you're reading and trying not to cry because you know it's getting near the end...
...only to start trying not to squeal because it's 5:30 in the morning and you don't want to wake everyone else up, except your OTP just met and you can't help it. ;)
keeperofthetardis replied to your post: keeperofthetardis said: I SHIP FARAMIR AND EOWYN...
Yeah, they’re just so perfect for each other. The end of the book made me really happy - or at least that part did. And please tell me they do the ending in the movie the same way as in the book because that was EPIC! And yeah, FARAMIR IS AWESOME!
I have mixed feelings about movie Faramir, unfortunately. It's one of my few objections that remains. HOWEVER. Their relationship is fine, though there's less of it seen.
The ending (in general--the last 10ish minutes or whatever) is also not exactly the same. Not sure if you're interested in spoilers or not. It's really close enough, though. I approve of it. :P
keeperofthetardis said: I SHIP FARAMIR AND EOWYN SO HARD RACHEL I JUST FEEL YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS.
Me too, girlie. Me too.
After Frodo, Faramir is my favorite character. He's so awesome on his own and...I just approve of the FaramirxEowyn match sososososo much. It's one of my favorite things ever and makes so much sense and gah. XP I'm so glad he has her, because he's been through so much junk, and I'm glad she has him, to teach her hope after her despair.
It's just: I APPROVE, Tolkien. I APPROVE.