Kortirion (kortirion) wrote in tolkien_weekly,

'Cups challenge: 'Cupped to Quench Me' : Kortirion

Title: Cupped to Quench Me I, II & III
Author: Kortirion
Characters: Faramir, Boromir
Rating G
Source: movie!verse
Disclaimer: Mainly the Professor’s... with a touch of Fran and Philippa, and soupçon of Kortirion.

“Raise a cup with me!”

Faramir let the poured water slip through his cupped hands. His brother strode forward, pulling him into his bear-hug embrace. Faramir, eyes battle-bright, laughed delightedly. ‘Yes... Osgiliath regained! They deserved more than just water!’

Boromir grabbed up brim-full goblets.

“To us!”

His fierce, bright joy as they toasted life was a happy memory Faramir consoled himself with during the long months when they heard nothing... beyond his hazy visions of mountains... descending through darkness to a golden forest...

Until one dawn he waded to a grey boat, and the brightness therein escaped his heart-broken cupped hands.

Title: Cupped to Quench Me II
Author: Kortirion
Characters: Boromir, Aragorn
Rating: R
Source: Middle-earth
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s characters – acting out of his characterization...

“Will you raise a cup with me?”

Boromir turned at the ranger’s voice...’who the elf named ‘king'... King!’ But – it seemed churlish to refuse; after all, they’d pledged themselves to the same cause – even if he could only see it as foolishness...

Much later and leagues further, Boromir began to glimpse the man’s true worth. He watched Aragorn’s cupped hands collect water at a spring, and with a sudden start the thought of those cupping palms... made Boromir shiver violently.

Later... with cupped hands they quenched each other’s thirst... until Boromir slipped through his bereft fingers – taken by the river-water.

Title: Cupped to Quench Me III
Author: Kortirion
Characters: Aragorn, Faramir
Source: Middle-earth
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s characters – acting even further out of his characterization...

“Would you raise a cup with me?”

The King asked his Steward. It was dawn, a year to the day later; Faramir returned to the Anduin – not knowing what he hoped to find, hoping he might find something... Thigh-deep in icy water swollen with snow-melt, he gathered river-water in his cupped palm. Aragorn, leather-covered flask in hand, approached silently through the mist.

“You came to drink to his passing?”

Aragorn nodded. He joined Faramir, trailing one hand through the water, cupping the bright flow. They passed the flask, close together, shivering, with cold, with anticipation... before their thirst was quenched.
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