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Faramir's secret is safe and the journey continues

2011-11-08T05:04:08Z

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“Elrohir, I would have a word with you please.”

“Yes Glorfindel?”

“Elrohir, I would talk with you about the young Lord Faramir.”

''“Oh oh. He knows. Here it comes.”'' “Yes hirin?”

Glorfindel almost raised an eyebrow – a habit he had picked up since living in Imladris. ''“The youth feels guilty for something…”''

“Have you noticed anything odd about him Elrohir? Anything that takes you by surprise?”

“By surprise? What do you mean?”

“Just any ways of speaking or acting that seem to hint at something…more…Something unsaid, or
unsettled…?”

“From your question I take it you have noticed something.”

“I am not certain yet. But please help me to watch him. We must ensure that no harm comes to him
while he is on our watch.”

“Do you think he is ill Glorfindel?”

“No. Or…I am not certain. But you will be gentle with him, won’t you? And let me know if anything
seems amiss?”

“Yes, of course my lord. Of course I will.”

“But you cannot speak for your brother or companion?”

“I…will share your concerns with them my lord.”

“Very well. See that you do.”

The day lightened only slightly as it came on. The forest itself seemed to hold the dawn’s mist as a cloak, muffling it about their horses’ footsteps and discouraging conversation. For his part, Faramir was content to ride in peace, stirring his thoughts only idly. He watched the trail from beneath heavy lidded eyes and seemed to pay only visceral attention to his surroundings. Yet, watching from his position on the right flank, his own face a mask of indifference, Glorfindel suspected that Faramir saw and heard far more of the forest around him than he let on. He sensed a kindred spirit in Faramir and knew also the wisdom of apparent nonchalance. Still waters…he thought. They rode on.

Breaking for the noon meal, Faramir found his rest against the base of an unusually large hawthorn tree. He reclined against it and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the others adjusting their packs, gentling their horses. Though the sun did not reach under the trees, the ranger still registered a shadow falling upon his face.

“Faramir, I…ah…I’m sorry about last night. Are you…alright?”

Sighing inwardly, Faramir opened his eyes to regard Theodred from a safe internal distance.

“It is forgiven Theodred. Do not think on it again.”

“But not forgotten, eh? You…”

The Rohirrim trailed off at a dismissive wave of Faramir’s hand.

“Leave it be. Please.” Faramir’s mild look turned hard for such a short instant that the Prince was immediately certain he had imagined it. Almost.

Shrugging, Theodred turned back toward the twins, who were stretching and removing bread and apples from their packs. Coming up behind one of them, he swatted the perfect muscular globes restrained only by velvet leggings.

“Oh ho, Theodred! Watch yourself or you may have more than you can bargain for!”

The second voice chimed in, “Ah, young rascal, if you’ve a mind to spank, come on over here
instead. I’m ready for you.”

Chuckling, the Prince joined his friends and walked a few paces off. Faramir closed his eyes again. From his position on a nearby boulder, Glorfindel continued to watch.

{{options|The journey continues with no more drama|Something else happens}}

Elrond tells Aragorn something else, your choice.

2011-04-16T22:46:07Z

Locuranis: minor edit

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== Regretful Reproach ==
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"I want you to apologise to him." Elrond held up his hand before Aragorn could protest or state he already had. "I mean sincerely, no excuses or reasons for your actions. Apologise, and be honest about your feelings on the matter, including all that has occurred with Arwen."

Aragorn narrowed his eyes at the last part of Elrond's request. "I'm not sure, and in fact highly doubt, if he'd want to hear about my now broken relationship with Arwen," he pointed out.

"Broken through no fault of your own," the elven lord reminded Aragorn. "And above all else, make sure he understands that he is not merely a replacement. From what I've gathered about his relationship with the steward of Gondor, Faramir has lived the majority of his life feeling as little more than an alternative, and an unwelcomed one at that." Elrond frowned as he turned to look over the whole of Lórien. "His treatment since arriving here has likely not changed that perception; I dare say it probably made such feelings much worse." He ignored the not-so-faint snort from his foster-son. "However, the threat of death from his own father may at the very least make him more open to anything you have to say, so long as you are sincere in your regret."

"Perhaps, but perhaps not," Aragorn grumbled, his annoyance shifting towards himself as he remembered the ride with Faramir to Lórien. "I too made mention of his being a second choice, though it was only out of annoyance as he kept asking so many questions--"

Elrond turned back around, eyebrows nearing his hairline as he cut into Aragorn's complaint. "Considering the initial deception you employed, can you really fault him for questioning you?"

"I know, I know." Aragorn deflated. "It still doesn't change what has been said and done to him from all parties involved. Do you honestly believe he'd be willing to listen to me, no matter how heartfelt an apology I could offer?"

"Would your rather do nothing at all, and let the only hope for you and Middle Earth leave to face the likelihood of death at his father's hands?" Elrond asked instead.

"If he leaves, surely Denethor--"

Elrond frowned. "Before today I would never have imagined any parent deciding to kill their own child simply to maintain their own base of power, yet Faramir did not speak in jest when he said Denethor was capable of doing just that. And he'd know we would still try and convince Faramir to join with you. Do you want to take that risk?"

Aragorn opened his mouth, and quickly shut it, seeing the truth in Elrond's words. Without another sound, he turned and walked into the talan Faramir had escaped into minutes before. He found Faramir sitting on the edge of the bed while gazing out the window and noticed the lost and hopeless expression on the young man's face. It cut Isildur's heir to know he himself had played a significant role in the creation of that sorrowful look. Yet before he could do as Elrond suggested, Faramir was already speaking.

"I wish to leave. That is, if I'm not being held as a prisoner now that I have no desire to agree to whatever plans you and the others have tried to coerce me into."

"It was not coercion--" Aragorn began, but was promptly cut off.

"The deception, the attack, the utter disdain and disregard I've suffered since arriving..." Faramir trailed off for a moment. "Perhaps it isn't coercion, because at least then an attempt to curry my favour would have been made. Instead I have been treated as the lowest of creatures for--for what I cannot even claim to know anymore. Happenstance? Fate? The whim of the Valar? Or just terrible incidents on my part?"

"Tis not that--" Aragorn tried to explain, but Faramir stopped him with a small shake of his head.

"And I cannot understand how I would have been a second choice if you knew from the beginning that Boromir was not a virgin, yet you said as much as we rode here."

Aragorn bit down on a groan as he mentally chastised himself once more for letting his anger control his words during the ride to Lórien.

"Add to that the 'hospitality' of the elves, and finish with the knowledge that I will likely be going to my own execution if I were to return home--"

"Which is exactly why you should remain--" Aragorn reasoned, but again found his words stopped as Faramir's eyes snapped towards him.

"I'm sure you and everyone involved in this sordid affair would benefit greatly from that, but I assure you that I have no intention of returning to Minas Tirith, nor will I move carelessly in Gondor." Faramir returned his gaze to the window. The following silence soon had Aragorn fighting against the duel urges of falling to his knees to beg Faramir's forgiveness and to please reconsider, or to simply shake the young captain until his teeth rattled.

"Where will you go if not back home?" he asked instead.

The slight tilt of his head changed Faramir's look, which now seemed more contemplative. "Perhaps I will simply travel. I can have my men send news of my early demise back to my father. Only Boromir may feel any sadness at the thought of my passing, but I doubt if I were to be missed by anyone else of consequence. I would be free to visit places I had once only read about. I could even write a chronicle of my journeys."

"How long do you think you could go traipsing around the countryside before the dark forces destroy it all?" Aragorn argued. "And even if you did write about your travels, who would be left to read them?"

"Are the words more or less important if no eyes were to ever behold them?" whispered Faramir. He turned back to Aragorn, and the King of Arnor grew fearful of the emptiness he could see growing within those grey eyes. "And it would seem I'm fated to die, whether by the orders of my father, the end of an orc's blade, the poison of a jealous and unstable elven lover, or the darkness of Isildur's Bane. I would at the very least prefer to die while doing something I enjoyed for once in my life. It would be a much more pleasant and fulfilling existence than being needed as a second choice, or else neither needed nor wanted at all."

The emptiness started to make sense, and Aragorn had to wonder about what Faramir had suffered even before the turmoil he'd brought into the Gondorion's life with this admittedly incredulous plan. Not knowing what to do or say, but acknowledging an action was needed, Aragorn walked over until he stood facing Faramir, then lowered himself to one knee as he took both of the young captain's hands in his own.

"I am sorry," he said after a moment. Aragorn realised that he and the others had helped to complicate Faramir's life beyond what any sane person could be expected to cope with. The fact that Faramir himself was still able to plot a course in the mire that was now surrounding him spoke well of his inner strength, and his sense of admiration for the young man grew. "I know that does nothing to resolve things as they are, but I am truly sorry for it all, Faramir."

Faramir allowed his eyes to meet Aragorn's for a moment before they dropped to where his hands had been captured. "As am I, for you little resemble the one I would see in my dreams..."

"Dreams?" Aragorn's head jolted up, having not been privy to this little piece of information before. "What dreams?"

--[[User:Locuranis|LN]]
{{options|Faramir tells Aragorn about his dreams|Faramir changes the subject or just doesn't want to talk about his dreams}}

Faramir is confused from his headwound, and let's Imrahil hold him, touch him.....etc. ;)

2010-07-09T02:49:32Z

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Chapter 5: A Lost Memory
by becks15star

The wound in his head dulled the sudden anger, but not enough. He felt his consciousness fade into a bright white light.

Arms swung him around in a circle, the bright light blocking out the details, but his laugh was bright and full. It had been a long time since he'd laughed, since his mother's passing. But, here in his uncle's arms, he felt the love he'd been bereft of for many moons. The man's kindly face turned into focus.'

Awareness came not abruptly, but slowly. Someone held him in their arms. And the remembrance of the dream brought forth lost feelings.

“You took me in the summer after my mother's death?” his voice cracked from its abrupt use.

“Yes.”

“I had forgotten.”

“It was a long time ago. Denethor made sure that my welcome was lessened after that. He contested your good spirits.”

“Why are you here now? Why tell me this now?”

“Dark times are here. I can not be sure of even the coming day, and you must know. I love you, as a father to a son, and sorrow fills my heart that I could not raise you. You must know this, even if you never wish to see me again.”

{{options|Faramir decides to ask more questions of his father.|The revelation is still too new, and Faramir sends his newly discovered father back home. (An option: he promises to think, and perhaps send word when he reaches a decision of action)}}

Faramir refuses and tells the stranger to speak in front of his men

2009-07-26T23:10:15Z

AlexanderW: new chapter

''Added by [[User:AlexanderW|AlexanderW]]''

"No, you will tell me here.”

Faramir looked at the stranger, feeling somewhat disconcerted by the feelings of recognition he was experiencing. “Undoubtedly it concerns the attention of my lieutenants if it is this urgent” Faramir looked around as his men bar Mablung and Damrod withdrew to leave the four in a semi-private alcove.

The stranger looked somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected Faramir to be so forthright, nor so commanding – but if he wants his lieutenants to hear this, then upon his own head be it.

“Fine, if you wish it.” The stranger said regaining some of that swagger he lost briefly. “My name is Halbarad; I am a ranger of the Dúnedain from the North and I bring news to you – pressing news.” Halbarad faltered slightly – he realised that he was going to get in quite a lot of trouble for this if he didn't do this properly.

“That’s all very well, but if you are going to falter so quickly after starting, then I doubt it’s so pressing” Mablung snapped. He immediately distrusted this Halbarad, although the reasons for this he hadn’t quite understood yet.<br>
“Peace Mablung and let him speak.” Faramir was still trying to place the face properly – his first thoughts now seemed a bit off since the face gained a name. Halbarad seemed wrong as a name for the person he dreamt of, no it was someone else...

“Yes, well... Captain Faramir, your presence is required in the north – events have been put in motion that could have dire consequences for Gondor and the free lands of Middle Earth. Please, I cannot say any more until I can see you alone–”

“I told you to speak here and you will do so!” Faramir had finally lost patience. This on top of the last few weeks worrying about the scouting parties dealing with the increased orcs, the constant pressure put on him by himself to perform, to try and do something right in the eyes of his father- all of this was most definitely not what he needed right now – that face, who’s was it..?

If Halbarad was shocked or surprised by this outburst, he did not show it on his face. His face had not betrayed any new emotion except a hint of grim determination to complete his mission properly. Faramir calmed himself and looked at him hard.

“You say this news is pressing, and that I am required in the north because of it – and that the fate of the free world depends on it... well if that was so, then why not speak to my father and go through the proper processes?” Faramir was trying to glean more information while also seeing if he could get a raise out of Halbarad. The man had become impossible devoid of emotion. He sighed inwardly and continued. <br>
“In fact, why don’t you go to my father? He has the power of Gondor under his command and a great wealth of knowledge that–”

“This is not something of military might or knowledge – this is something of magic, of prophesy and of the Valar – please understand that none but yourself and those entrusted with the messages can know of this, so many things depend on. I will be the first to admit that I have little understanding of what this all means, but Gandalf assures me that you will understand.”

“Gandalf! Why does this not surprise me? That wizard has long deemed himself forever right in whatever matters take his interest!” Damrod spat, taking everyone there by some surprise. It was unlike Damrod to speak in such a manner. Faramir tore his gaze from Halbarad quickly to stare incredulously at Damrod.

“While I have no idea why you dislike Gandalf so much, I have great faith in Gandalf and trust his judgement. Very well, if he believes that I must head towards the north, then I think this would be a wise course of action to follow.”

“Captain, you cannot be serious!" Damrod exclaimed "Apart from the obvious problem of Gandalf, you have your father to consider and his reaction to you just running off with this ranger from the north, and the fact you don’t know exactly where in the north you are going, not to mention your men and–” Damrod was furious. He greatly respected Faramir, but couldn’t understand the course of action he was intent on taking.

“Damrod! That is enough. I shall speak to you about this in due course.” Faramir was astonished by Damrod. He looked at Mablung who while still eyeing Halbarad, who was patiently waiting for Faramir to make a final decision, looked as shocked as Faramir was with Damrod. This obviously did not bode well for Faramir.

“Halbarad, it seems likely I shall go north, but understand I cannot relinquish my duties and my soldiers so easily. However, I shall need more information and since you seem so intent on telling me in private, then you can do that once I have spoken to Damrod. In the meantime, Mablung could you find our guest something to eat?”

Halbarad nodded his head and went to follow Mablung who had left with Faramir's orders. Damrod on the other hand still looked angry and Faramir was both confused and apprehensive.

“Damrod, could you please tell me what is going on with you?”

{{options|Damrod tells Faramir what his problem with Gandalf and Faramir's decisions are about|Damrod refuses to speak of his problems, so Faramir goes to get more information from Halbarad}}