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Wild Strawberries by Wormwood

Author: Wormwood
Title: Wild Strawberries
Rating: G
Theme: Short and Sweet
Elements: 277
Summary:  Faramir and Elboron visit a place where wild strawberries and memories grow.
Word Count: 277

Wild Strawberries

"Come on...nearly there.”
Faramir knew he had run out of credibility when Elboron instead stopped completely, folded his arms and stared at his boots. The entire posture shouted “liar”.
Time had come to give in. He lifted his son onto his shoulders.

For several days he had been chased by the memory...a hillside of wild strawberries. Now he was on his way there...driven by an urgency to bring Elboron he didn't quite understand.

They had been lost in the forest...hungry and happy, his brother and him.
A perfect day of freedom...one of the last of his childhood.


Faramir had been prepared for disappointment, but the strawberries still grew like the small blood-red lanterns Boromir and he had pulled off and devoured in voracious hunger. The sensation when the juicy sweetness of the berries filled his mouth had stayed with him ever since.

Faramir picked two straws, thread them carefully with strawberries and gave them to Elboron. The boy looked puzzled, but accepted the gift solemnly. He pulled the berries off carefully and put them in his mouth...one by one.

Looking at his son’s dark head Faramir was assailed by a feeling of almost painful happiness...making has hands shake and his cheeks wet.
He was alive...he was back...here.

In the hot afternoon, through the thinning fabric of memory, he saw two figures, one tall, the other shorter, and heard snatches of voices and laughter. Then the tallest turned slowly until he was facing the direction of Elboron and himself.
Faramir felt him watching them...from the other side of the memory.

“When the world is this beautiful it doesn’t matter that we can’t remain,” Faramir whispered...to no-one in particular.

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curiouswombat
Jul. 19th, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
Oh - that's beautiful. It makes me want to dance Faramir around, and hug him, all at the same time.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 09:34 am (UTC)
That is such a lovely comment! Thank you!
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wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
That is exactly what I wanted to convey - pleased you liked it!
blslarner
Jul. 19th, 2010 05:33 pm (UTC)
Boromir is there in spirit, I am certain. Perfect! Yes, the world is beautiful, and in good part because the two brothers once passed through it--together!
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 10:01 am (UTC)
Very well put - the fact that he once shared it with his brother gives the world a special beauty for Faramir.
The idea is that the memory-fabric works as a sort of two-way mirror. Faramir looks back at the same time as Boromir gets a glimpse forward from his side.
Thank you for your lovely and perceptive comment.
shirebound
Jul. 19th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)
That's a beautiful, poignant scene. Faramir is such a special person.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 10:05 am (UTC)
Thank you! Faramir is a special person. I was ready to hug him myself at the end of this.
foxrafer
Jul. 19th, 2010 06:12 pm (UTC)
Faramir felt him watching them...from the other side of the memory.
This is gorgeous. Makes me almost teary for the memory. Lovely.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 10:08 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it! The idea was the memory worked as a two-way mirror. Faramir looks back at the same time as Boromir looks forward. Thank you for taking the time to comment :)
clodia_metelli
Jul. 19th, 2010 06:38 pm (UTC)
Faramir's still haunted by echoes... I love that her prepares himself to be disappointed by the strawberries, but finds them as delicious as in his childhood days! And coming to terms with death: that the world is beautiful matters more than that we cannot remain in it forever. Lovely, thank you!
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 10:59 am (UTC)
Thank you for the lovely comment! The wild strawberries represent a moment of freedom and harmony for Faramir and the fact that he has lived to return with his own son unites past and present for him in a way that makes it a very beautiful world indeed, almost precisely because he won't always be in it.
gamgeefest
Jul. 19th, 2010 07:10 pm (UTC)
What a lovely memory, and I'm glad that he was able to share that with his son.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 11:02 am (UTC)
Sharing it would have meant a lot to Faramir. I don't think he ever expected to live through the wars and come back like this.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
ex_lbilover
Jul. 19th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was lovely. I especially like this part:
In the hot afternoon, through the thinning fabric of memory, he saw two figures, one tall, the other shorter, and heard snatches of voices and laughter. Then the tallest turned slowly until he was facing the direction of Elboron and himself.
Faramir felt him watching them...from the other side of the memory.

His brother was definitely there in spirit, I think.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 11:08 am (UTC)
Thank you! Yes, Boromir was there. The memory worked like a two-way mirror, and Boromir was able to look back from his side. Certain places almost seem to have the ability to preserve memories in its very fabric.
Thanks so much for reading!
lindahoyland
Jul. 20th, 2010 10:39 am (UTC)
This was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.I love Faramir as a loving father here and his memories of his lost brother,who might well be there in spirit.
wormwood_7
Jul. 20th, 2010 11:11 am (UTC)
I am delighted that this touched you. The idea was that Boromir is indeed there, looking forward through the fabric of memory. A bit of a time-paradox, so to speak. Thank you so much for your lovely comment!
carin2222
Jul. 20th, 2010 02:14 pm (UTC)
Very nice story.
wormwood_7
Jul. 21st, 2010 08:27 am (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it :)
dreamflower02
Jul. 20th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC)
This is such a lovely story-- the idea of Faramir sharing something so special with his young son, and then his musings on time and memory.

I loved this part:
In the hot afternoon, through the thinning fabric of memory, he saw two figures, one tall, the other shorter, and heard snatches of voices and laughter. Then the tallest turned slowly until he was facing the direction of Elboron and himself.
Faramir felt him watching them...from the other side of the memory.

wormwood_7
Jul. 21st, 2010 08:26 am (UTC)
I delighted that you liked this. I enjoyed writing it too.
ceshaughnessy
Jul. 22nd, 2010 12:06 am (UTC)
Loved these lines! Well done!!

Faramir felt him watching them...from the other side of the memory.

“When the world is this beautiful it doesn’t matter that we can’t remain,” Faramir whispered...to no-one in particular.
wormwood_7
Jul. 22nd, 2010 07:00 am (UTC)
Thank you! I really enjoyed writing this so I am glad you enjoyed it.
someplacetobe
Jul. 22nd, 2010 07:17 am (UTC)
Past and present meeting through strawberries; how lovely.
wormwood_7
Jul. 22nd, 2010 10:27 am (UTC)
I am glad you liked that aspect of the story. Thank you for your kind feedback :)
someplacetobe
Jul. 23rd, 2010 06:09 am (UTC)
You're very welcome!
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