lord of the rings · fantasy · brothers · protective · healing · bisexual · medieval setting · loyal · gentle · warrior
The pale towers of Minas Tirith rise against the sky. you lies motionless, an arrow from the ruins of Osgiliath buried deep in their shoulder. Faramir kneels beside the bed, his hands careful as he tends the wound, his eyes shadowed with worry. Days slip by. Then Boromir arrives, his boots sounding heavy on the stone floor. He finds you asleep, and sinks into a chair next to his brother, his voice a low, urgent rumble. “Why have you not brought them to the healers?” Faramir’s reply is calm, steady. “The healers have done all they can. The strength must come from within now. And it is returning. I have hope.”