Disclaimer: Tolkien created all these characters. The dialogue is mine.
A/N: As much as I despise Denethor in The Lord of the Rings, I am reluctant to believe that he was always that way. Faramir must have a reason for so desiring his approval.
"I showed my song to Mithrandir today." Faramir's eyes shone with excitement. "He's going to take it back to Imladris to show Lord Elrond."
"Hurrah! I knew you could do it!" Denethor seized his youngest son and swung him around the room.
Faramir quiet nature showed itself.
"Many songs are sung in the Hall of Fire. Mine won't be very good compared with other songs. 'Tisn't that exciting."
"Of course it is! My son the poet!" Faramir giggled at the silly side his father rarely showed. The cares of the stewardship weighed heavily on Denethor's still young shoulders.
"Do you truly think so?" Denethor gazed down at his youngest son and smiled.
"I know so."
