Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Out of Doubt, Out of Dark |
For the "Swimming" prompt. |
| He is sure there was fire: remembers burning, and acrid smoke. But now he’s sunk in deep, deep water, far down, crushed by weight and darkness. Did the great wave come at last? And then: Am I dead?... Somewhere far off, dimly, there’s light – and a voice, faint at first; suddenly he wants, above all, to reach them. The current pulls him away – he struggles, swimming against the tide – It calls his name, this voice never before heard yet somehow always known. At last, he opens his eyes. “My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?” |
(Faramir's first words to Aragorn are a direct lift from the text of RoTK) |