Christmas Quickie
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“Wake up, you sleepyhead!”
Faramir had woken up to the sound of someone pounding in his door, and while his first reaction was to burrow further under his blankets, as soon as that voice had joined the pounding noise, he knew there was no escape.
His bedroom was still pitch-black save for what moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains. Still, that was normal this time of year: Yule was but a fortnight away and this close to the winter solstice both breakfast and dinner were served by candlelight.
“Get dressed and I’ll meet you outside!” the familiar voice called from outside the door, followed by rapidly fading heavy footsteps.
He sighed tiredly and pushing the blankets away rose. The floor was as ice to his bare feet but he ingored it and pushing the curtains away, looked out of the window, and gasped softly at the sight.
A carpet of white covered everything in sight. Moonlight played on the pristine surface and for a few seconds Faramir found himself caught up solely in the awe of the sight.
And then the knocking resumed.
"Hurry up! Or should I come help you dress?" came the teasing voice.
"No," said Faramir. "I'll be there in a minute. I just wasn't expecting snow, we're so far south!" He washed quickly in the stone cold water, then reached for his shirt and leggings, untangling them.
"Come on!" the voice was back. "We don't have all day! Who knows when this chance will come again!"
He pushed open his door and stepped into the hallway.
Aragorn smiled delightedly at him, and Faramir found himself smiling back with as much happiness.
"Come let me show you how we enjoy the snows in the North," Aragorn said, grinning.
"I suppose I should bring my cloak then, too," Faramir mumbled, though he was still smiling. Whatever Aragorn wished to show him, he was sure he'd enjoy it.
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