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Faramir came to a halt when it was clear his horse would go no further and that the rain would not abate as yet. He had not wanted to exhaust the animal so and had even tried earlier in the day to walk with her, but he himself was so tired he had stumbled all the while as they’d negotiated a grassy bank, once even falling into a huge puddle that resulted in him getting his torn clothes thoroughly wet. | Faramir came to a halt when it was clear his horse would go no further and that the rain would not abate as yet. He had not wanted to exhaust the animal so and had even tried earlier in the day to walk with her, but he himself was so tired he had stumbled all the while as they’d negotiated a grassy bank, once even falling into a huge puddle that resulted in him getting his torn clothes thoroughly wet. | ||
| − | And then it had started raining heavily and Faramir had no choice but to mount his horse and lead her through the pouring water across the vast open meadows. Rider and horse plodded slowly and miserably through mud and water, and while Faramir was unhappy at the effort his poor horse was being put through. In the last few days he had come a long way from Minas Tirith and the faithful animal had been with him all they way along, uncomplaining. However, he was also | + | And then it had started raining heavily and Faramir had no choice but to mount his horse and lead her through the pouring water across the vast open meadows. Rider and horse plodded slowly and miserably through mud and water, and while Faramir was unhappy at the effort his poor horse was being put through. In the last few days he had come a long way from Minas Tirith and the faithful animal had been with him all they way along, uncomplaining. However, he was also lathe to tarry longer. It would take a day more of riding to leave Rohan behind entirely. He was anxious not to meet any of the Eoreds knowing their commanders would recognise him and he had no desire to explain his presence in their land or for them to learn he was now banished by his father from Gondor. Or to be taken to King Theoden or his advisor Grima Wormtongue. |
He tried not to think of it as he led his horse to the cover of some large rocks, ensured she was comfortable and fed her some hay. For himself, all he had to eat were some fruits he had picked off some trees along the way and he munched those quietly, stifling his hunger pangs as he had been doing through his journey. | He tried not to think of it as he led his horse to the cover of some large rocks, ensured she was comfortable and fed her some hay. For himself, all he had to eat were some fruits he had picked off some trees along the way and he munched those quietly, stifling his hunger pangs as he had been doing through his journey. | ||
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Faramir stared at him uncomprehendingly as he turned and walked over to his desk. | Faramir stared at him uncomprehendingly as he turned and walked over to his desk. | ||
| − | “You shall leave now,” Denethor had said coldly, “And you shall do well to do so. I shall not touch you. But my friends or your brother's friend Tirion - they seem to be much enamoured by you and I would not hold them back should they ever express an interets in you. | + | “You shall leave now,” Denethor had said coldly, “And you shall do well to do so. I shall not touch you. But my friends or your brother's friend Tirion - they seem to be much enamoured by you and I would not hold them back should they ever express an interets in you. Howevere, before you leave, I must punish you for your stubbornness and your behaviour this last day.” |
Faramir looked up to see Denethor holding a whip in his hand and swallowed dryly as Denethor neared him. He did nothing as he was flung bodily over the table. He simply lay there as he had done countless times earlier and let the whip fall repeatedly on his back and buttocks, grateful that for once his clothes stayed on to take the brunt of the initial beating. Denethor beat him until the skin was cut and briefly Faramir wondered why he was enduring this when he was after all banished from Gondor, was he not? But try as he might, in all his years Faramir had not been able to bring himself to fight one man and that was his father. And so he lay bent over the table quietly, ignoring the pain as he always had. | Faramir looked up to see Denethor holding a whip in his hand and swallowed dryly as Denethor neared him. He did nothing as he was flung bodily over the table. He simply lay there as he had done countless times earlier and let the whip fall repeatedly on his back and buttocks, grateful that for once his clothes stayed on to take the brunt of the initial beating. Denethor beat him until the skin was cut and briefly Faramir wondered why he was enduring this when he was after all banished from Gondor, was he not? But try as he might, in all his years Faramir had not been able to bring himself to fight one man and that was his father. And so he lay bent over the table quietly, ignoring the pain as he always had. | ||
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When it was over Denethor had shoved him out of the door that led to the stables. | When it was over Denethor had shoved him out of the door that led to the stables. | ||
| − | He had left that night. Denethor had let him take his horse, to get him the sooner out of | + | He had left that night. Denethor had let him take his horse, to get him the sooner out of gondor he had said, but nothing else. All he’d had were the clothes he wore, torn now from the whipping and the his cloak |
“Go, before I call the guards,” Denethor had sneered. | “Go, before I call the guards,” Denethor had sneered. | ||
| − | He had left, tired, aching, hurt and suddenly terrified of Denethor. He’d always been scared of him, a fact he had not admitted even to himself until now, but now, he was | + | He had left, tired, aching, hurt and suddenly terrified of Denethor. He’d always been scared of him, a fact he had not admitted even to himself until now, but now, he was evenunwilling to cross him, not in his current state. He would leave, let Boromir think he was dead… it was better than having to submit to Denethor and lie to Boromir and have Boromir caught between them. |
The first few days had been painful. Faramir had tended to his wounds as best as he could with makeshift herbs. The whip marks on his skin were deeper than usual. The injuries were still healing when he’d reached a small village where he’d told the people that he had been attacked by orcs and sold his silver buckled belt and bought a meagre stash of provisions. | The first few days had been painful. Faramir had tended to his wounds as best as he could with makeshift herbs. The whip marks on his skin were deeper than usual. The injuries were still healing when he’d reached a small village where he’d told the people that he had been attacked by orcs and sold his silver buckled belt and bought a meagre stash of provisions. | ||
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“Who goes there?” he asked his voice hoarse partly from the cold and partly from nervousness. | “Who goes there?” he asked his voice hoarse partly from the cold and partly from nervousness. | ||
| − | + | “Trvallers, who are you?” the other man asked in a strong even voice, and walked closer to Faramir. | |
“I – a -,” he found himself faltering as the other man neared. His companions followed. | “I – a -,” he found himself faltering as the other man neared. His companions followed. | ||
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“You are alone?” the first man asked sharply, glancing at the wet and torn clothes and then the horse. | “You are alone?” the first man asked sharply, glancing at the wet and torn clothes and then the horse. | ||
| − | Faramir pulled his cloak tighter around him. He was getting wet standing out in the rain but he ignored it as wondered what to reply. Their looks turned suspicious now and Faramir felt uncomfortable at the close scrutiny, but he knew it was unlikely for | + | Faramir pulled his cloak tighter around him. He was getting wet standing out in the rain but he ignored it as wondered what to reply. Their looks turned suspicious now and Faramir felt uncomfortable at the close scrutiny, but he knew it was unlikely for peopel to travel alone in these orc-infested areas. He was merely lucky he had met none yet. |
“A fine horse for a lone traveller,” the second rider spoke, his voice much like the first man’s. He pushed his hood back to reveal features similar to the dark haired man, although older, “Where did you get her?” | “A fine horse for a lone traveller,” the second rider spoke, his voice much like the first man’s. He pushed his hood back to reveal features similar to the dark haired man, although older, “Where did you get her?” | ||