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State of Undress (NC-17)

17 October 2006 | 1876 words

State of Undress is a ficlet I wrote as a sequel to two drabbles written for a drabble challenge. Since it follows on from them, I thought I’d post them here first… The ficlet is on the second page.



Dressed to Kill

He was the first thing Aragorn noticed as he walked down the steps to greet his friends who had gathered to watch him receive his crown.

Head bowed, he wore a cloak of deep blue, edged with gold which shone as much as his polished armour.

Never had he looked so handsome, or as noble as he did in that instant, and Aragorn paused to wonder if the wrong man had been crowned that day.

As Faramir lifted his head, their eyes met, and in that split second, Aragorn lost his heart without a single word being passed between them.

Image of Dreams

It was one of the finest things to ever happen in Gondor, and Faramir was proud to witness it.

In fact he was lucky to be there at all, and it was all thanks to the man stood in front of them fulfilling his destiny.

The hands of a king truly were the hands of a healer.

Aragorn looked like one of the Kings of old as the silver crown was placed on his head.

As he raised his head, their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them.

This really was a day for dreams to come true.

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