02-27-2002
Update – Saturday, March 23rd, 2002: I did some improvements on this chapter! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Faramir or Middle-earth or anything. Tolkien has that stake… I merely stupefy it all for the pleasure of myself and all who care. ;) Okay, that is my story.
Note: Faramir rules, 'kay?
Drink You In
How could this be so? Faramir thought to himself, holding back his stifling and stinging tears. Faramir beheld the melancholy of hearing of the death of Boromir, his beloved brother. The emotions got the better of the young soldier as he sat in a darkened room. All was dark for him that day. Faramir held his head in his large, worn gloved hands and sat in silence but the golden-silence aura of the time ended the moment he let his emotions be uncaged.
For a bit, that was all the fair knight could do. That is, until a healer came in. Faramir took no heed to this stranger in the room, for he had been lost in his own world of memory, grief, and sadness. The young girl stepped lightly, carefully making her way to Faramir's place of seating.
"My lord… I have come for you." Faramir stayed steadfast in his position, took in the interruption, and used part of his cape to bring his face to knightly familiarity once again.
"Why do you interrupt me in my time of mourning?" The young healer bowed quickly, in an apologetic manner.
"My lord, I do apologize for the brashness of my incoming, but it is of important ilk, most certainly." Faramir nodded impatiently but caught himself and softened his features.
"I am sorry for my reactions, Healer. Please, continue in your explanation." The Healer smiled, seeing the side of the leader that everyone knew so well.
"Thank you, lord. I have come to tell you of a discovery. A soldier under you has found Boromir's sword. A bit dented, it is, but still intact and fully usable." At this, Faramir stood up quickly.
"Bring me to this soldier you speak of at once." Faramir had regained his wonderful knightly tone at that time and the healer proceeded to walk through whence she came from and Faramir followed closely, though walking slowly as he was still in a grievous state of mind. Faramir followed her down the stairs, many of them there were, until they reached the bottom. Faramir was growing restless and was told to stand near the bottom of the stairwell. The healer went and summoned the young soldier and was back before Faramir could get anymore uncharacteristically impatient.
Upon seeing the glint from the blade in the hands of the approaching soldier reflected from what little light the Sun had cast that day upon his deceased brother's treasure, Faramir almost broke into a sprint to the young soldier.
"Where did you find this?" Faramir asked, with sentiment filling his eyes. "Boromir… Oh, Boromir. I will never be able to speak with you again…" and before Faramir could continue, he was overtaken with much emotion. "I bid thee graciousness, soldier. You will be rewarded for your discovery." The soldier nodded sympathetically as he saw his captain going through such a hard time because of his loss. Faramir stood for a moment, taking it in before turning on his heels and going back up the stair.
"He needs time," the healer said and the soldier nodded. "A lot of time."