Holiday reading
And here are some old stories with a Christmassy flavour, some poignant, some sad, some happy, all hopeful:
A Pale Light Lingering
The old year ends, and Faramir makes the journey from Minas Tirith to Ithilien.
Spirits of the House
The old year ends, Boromir has not returned, and Denethor contemplates mortality. A seasonal AU.
The Use of Memory
"Memory is not what the heart desires..." Faramir and Arwen.
Mothers' Night
Faramir and Éowyn in Ithilien, weaving new traditions from old.
A Pale Light Lingering
The old year ends, and Faramir makes the journey from Minas Tirith to Ithilien.
Spirits of the House
The old year ends, Boromir has not returned, and Denethor contemplates mortality. A seasonal AU.
The Use of Memory
"Memory is not what the heart desires..." Faramir and Arwen.
Mothers' Night
Faramir and Éowyn in Ithilien, weaving new traditions from old.
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I replaced my laptop this year and in restoring the hard drive from my backup, I found and reread the story you wrote me after the end of Chess, called Inheritance. Ten years on (!!!) it still remains one of the nicest gifts I've ever received.
I've reread The Use of Memory several times this year. Oh, Arwen. My heart.
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