Characters: Faramir, Éomer
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine! I am only playing in JRR Tolkien's fabulous sandbox.
Notes: I'm planning on writing at least two more in this little series, but wanted to share what I have so far! For the Swords challenge.
“I do not love the sword for what it kills, but what it defends.”
Faramir does not know how he had managed to entangle himself in this particular conversation with Éomer, but he suspects the man does not share this view, and Faramir is so tired of being judged for what he is not.
“So being in the midst of battle gives you no thrill?” Éomer’s incredulity is clearly evident.
“I will be quite happy if I never have to touch a sword again.”
Expecting a scornful rebuke, he is surprised to see something bordering respect lurking in Éomer’s eyes.