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The Shieldmaiden Unleashed – Linda Hoyland
Rating - K+
Warning – mention of violence
Disclaimer: This is a work of transformative fan fiction; all characters and settings belong to the Estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No copyright infringement has been perpetrated for financial gain.
Summary – Faramir is suffering from a mysterious injury.
Word count- 351


“You are hurt, Faramir!”

“It is nothing; do not trouble yourself, my friend.”

“But that bruise on your face looks painful. I have some comfrey salve that might help.”

“Very well, ouch!”

“The sting will soon wear off and you will feel a soothing warmth.”

“Thank you, Aragorn, it feels much better now. I should have been more careful. I feared it might happen ever since I decided to wed. Still, how could I help but love my sweet one, even when she strikes me. The way she smiles at me just melts my heart every time. She does not mean to injure me.”

“You mean this is not the first time?”

“I have been black and blue, but my tunic concealed the bruises.”

“You should have told me about this before.”

“The bruises soon heal. I have become accustomed to it.”

“I suppose being married to a shieldmaiden might at times be hazardous. It troubles me to hear that she strikes you, though, Faramir.”

“It scarcely matters to whom a man is wed. It is just one of those things that one lives with.”

“Would you like me to speak to her as her King?”

“She would not understand you. Surely you have experienced your fair share of bruises too?”

“My beloved Arwen would never strike me.”

“Neither would my sweet Éowyn! Surely you did not think?”

“You said that your injury was a consequence of being a husband?”

“When a man marries he hopes that he might have children. And children can be somewhat rough at times. Last night I was playing with my baby daughter and she hit me with her rattle!”

“So little Elestelle is to blame for your hurts?”

“She has a strong arm for a eleven month old baby. I think Éowyn and I have a little shieldmaiden in the making!”

“By the way you are smiling, you are proud of her strong arm.”

“I am trying to teach her not to hit me when she is playing, but she is very little yet and the sweetest babe that ever lived! Fatherhood is worth a few bruises.”

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