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Characters/Pairing: Faramir
rating: G warnings: none
book/source: LoTR
Everything belongs to the professor and his estate.
I am grateful for the chance to be here.

for the prompt: running at [ profile] tolkien_weekly

running )
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I just pre-ordered my Faramir!

more detail pictures )
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I got an email from sideshow (with the provocative link: Faramir teased in the Blog)

This week we revealed a sneak peek at the upcoming Faramir 12-inch figure in our Production Blog and were happy to see a lot of pleased LOTR fans realize that they will finally have a Faramir to add to their collections! Even from this teaser image you can tell that this warrior will come with a variety of awesome accessories, including a long bow, a quiver of arrows, and a cool sword. Watch our upcoming newsletters and podcasts for more news, including the official preview and Priority Pre-Ordering information!

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Sideshow --
Faramir 12-inch figure is confirmed!

Podcasters who tuned in to our October 12th edition of Sideshow Radio discovered that our next LOTR 12-inch figure will indeed be Faramir! Stay tuned to our Production Blog and newsletters in the coming weeks for all the information about this Ranger of Ithilien! If you missed the teaser pic, download our September 28th enhanced podcast to view it.

So far the only picture is the one they used for the "guess who's next" post, so I can't wait to see him...

Chris just called to say she received our Aragorns and she's riding around with mine in the car, so I should get him tomorrow.
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it's sort of become an advent calendar, hasn't it....

Faramir in the Library (It's Elrond's library, but that's not part of my story *g*)

15 more )
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I have fallen in love with the haiku generator. I must be stopped. My natural speech/writing patterns seem to lend themselves to recombinant phrasing.

To make this more interesting (or a total waste of time, depending on your viewpoint) I will combine this with the "What Does Your Muse Smell Like?" meme. I can't find the original post where I saw this, but it appeals to me, sort of synesthesia-wise.

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:fileg
Your haiku:about to shove off
he opens his juju bag
and hands me a seat
Created by Grahame

(me, age 6)

My muse smells like the ocean in the dark, sea wrack and water weed and salt on the skin. It comes inside before dawn and smells like fresh washed hair and crisp linens and incense (blue pearl). It lays its head on Jim's shoulder and he tells it that it smells like nutmeg and cinnamon, and the cold smell of pine trees on the dark porch in October. On the days I am not sure it will cooperate, it smells like oatmeal with vanilla or library paste. If it smells like vinyl action figures, I am in for a ride.

my Theatrical Muse characters:

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:ulmos_own
Your haiku:of that which made me
who i am i would only
wish to change the fate
Created by Grahame

Tuor [ profile] ulmos_own

Tuor smells like snow before it falls, a piercing yearning at the back of the throat for whatever is coming to please, come... He warms to fresh turned earth and springy cresses crushed underfoot, and the wet smell of water in the woods. He smells like the wind off the ocean when it blows so hard you dare not open your mouth lest you drown; beach plums and clamshells tumbled into beads. He smells like oil on metal, and sweat evaporating off skin in the sun.

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:marc_remillard
Your haiku:we could not bear the
fury of the abyss. I
have work to do
Created by Grahame

Marc Remillard [ profile] marc_remillard

Marc smells like lightning, the sizzling smell of ozone entering and leaving. He smells like maple syrup meeting hot food in a room somewhere below that you wish you were in. He smells of well tended machinery, and new car leather. He smells like pleasure and pain.

My fiction muses:


Faramir smells like leaf litter and oak moss; like the moment when the storm breaks but the instant before the first raindrop touches your tongue. He smells like crushed lavender and thyme, and of spray when water meets rock, and the wet slate smell and herbs at the edge of a pool. He smells of leather and woodsmoke and musk and horse and the smell of cool darkness in the pools of shadow that cling under the pines when the sun beats on the earth, but you don't step out into it. He smells like wool warmed by skin. He smells like November.


Anduin smells wild, and she carries a hint of where she has just been. She may give me herbs or pollen clinging to fat bees in the hot sun, or the sharp smell of lying snow that lingers in the nose. She smells like wet wood, and dampness creeping across stone. She smells like change coming.


Jan. 7th, 2004 08:24 pm
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Great interview with John Noble on being Denethor...
and thanks to Seasalt who pointed me to it this morning after putting up with my meanderings last night.

In spite of what it sometimes looks like, I am a Denethor fan (if a grudging one). The fact that I take him over the coals as I examine how I feel about him seems only fair to me...

His free-fall descent into madness is the engine that powers a large part of my writing, even when he is nowhere to be seen on the surface.

And I am coming to understand John Noble's Denethor little by little. I made the image I posted last night because wondered if, after all, he had understood that Faramir *was* the fire of his flesh, and he had had the misfortune to miss it -- (well, I really want to babble about this, but it is built in to the bloody palantir story, so close to done, and I sense myself about to give it all away, as I so often do, so I will stop there for now.)

I like what I am able to work with in PJ's Faramir and in Noble's Denethor -- But my heart is screaming the way it was the night I wrote Breathe because baby Faramir was getting dunked in Anduin too hard for my heart --

it's this:

... and silly bloody Faramir wants to go off and write poetry or something...

I want it on the record *NOW* that when silly, bloody Faramir goes off to hide in poetry and philosophy, he does so in much the same manner as Marcus Aurelius did. It does not interfere in the least with what makes him a good soldier, or a good makes him a stronger, more well rounded man and a thoughtfull leader
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Are these everywhere already? Oh, I don't care, I had to do them

Two Faramir's to start )

and David's Nose )
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A previous incident of spell checker madness led to my husband's habit of referring to Boromir and Faramir as Boomer and Farmer.

I was in a new spell check today, and it gave me these choices for Faramir - some of which I adore, and will mark:

For Faramir, try: Fara mir, Fara-mir, Framer, Frame, Laramie, Farmer, Ramie, Fara, Farr, Farm, Paramour, Farrier, Foamier, Framers, Framing, Frasier, Frazier, From, Farah, Fermi, Farer, Farad, Frail (hey, that's not true! It's fanon, dammit!)

ok, so then I had to look up the Big Guy, too:
(check out that last bolded entry, and tell me how long it took you to stop laughing!)

For Boromir, try: Broome, broom, Byrom, bosomier, boomer, roomier, brim, bromide, bromine, brooming, boron, broodier, boom, bottomer, brooms, roomer, Bloomer, Bram, Brodie, bloomer, borer, broom's, broomed, Boris, boric, bosom, broil, brooder, groomer

off to write a drabble about Bottomer and Foamier....

a few caps

Nov. 6th, 2003 03:28 am
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Yeah, I did take more, and yes, I do know he has his eyes closed in a lot of these --- hey, I know what *I* like!
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I have been bashing a small piece of fiction around. It is one of those nights when every time I try to write it, I am pulled away with the desire to write something else - (pulled this time into yet another Faramir story... or perhaps two. Cruisedirector, I blame you...) Trouble is, Faramir likes to get his own way, and he has had me wrapped around those beautiful bowman's fingers of his for nearly fourty years. I woke with his voice ringing in my head, singing me a Richard Thompson song:

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone weary to the sounds upon the wheel

When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sound upon the wheel

Bad enough -- but I am sharing the rest of my brain with Denethor. (They do not make good company for each other!) Dad is concerned that I never wrote the last poem in his series. Chris, I blame this part on you, because I know you want to use it in your banner story follow up. Make it stop, will you? The story I am supposed to be finishing is at your instigation, after all!

Do I write too many Faramir stories?


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