It is Sunday afternoon, on the 24 of September the year 3018. It was on this day that The Rangers of Ithiliens' captain sat under a large oak tree outside the citadel, accompanied by only his thoughts, worries, and curiosities. It was a rather comely day, to be exact. It was bright, and color bustled and gleamed all around, livelier than usual. The sky was larger than usual, and clear, save for a few attractive clouds towards the east. Yes, a day of beauty it was, and everyone in Minas Tirith seemed to reflect it's beauty with their smiles and feelings of good nature. On this day it seemed as though the city and all it's inhabitants had chipperred up quite a bit. All except one that is. And this person is the very same person sitting under the large oak tree.

Faramir's many thoughts had been occupying him all day, and they all dwindled around one thing. This one thing just so happened to be the first step to a most unforgettable journey. Not only for Faramir but for any person, anything, and everything that surrounded him. For it was not only his journey for experiencing. Though, he of course did not know this yet (in fact, not many did), all he knew was that what he dreamt last night was rather peculiar and somehow, someway held some sort of significance of great measure. He was almost completely sure of it but continued to second guess himself, on whether or not this dream held enough importance to speak to someone about. Just as he began to debate with himself about informing someone of this dream matter, the sound of light, sneaky footsteps caught his attention. He already knew who they belonged to and was not in the mood for her company. So he childishly ignored her presence in front of him. This only made an amused grin form on Arien's face, so she invited herself to sit next to him. Faramir of course being Faramir, only continued ignoring her, which made the seemingly young maiden chuckle.

"It is a rare beauty that this day has blessed us with, and where is Faramir? Sitting in the shade, hiding from the sun's generosity? Why captain, I think all these years of service to the city has finally caused you to loose your wits", she stated with another light hearted chuckle. Faramir only stayed silent and avoided meeting his eyes with hers. Arien then understood the deeper concept.

"What is it that troubles you my lord? If it is appropriate for me to ask at this time."

"It is never an appropriate time for a woman to ask a man about his internal troubles."

"Ah, then this seems to be perfect opportune, for you and I both know, I am no woman."

"Your womanly features prove you to be."

"Yes, but my actions prove me to be of a more manly decent . Come now, don't be so difficult Faramir I only asked a question of concern."

Faramir had not the will nor energy to keep up an argument with Arien so he proceeded with her question.

" I had a dream of great peculiarity, and it's meaning puzzles me deeply."

Arien waited for him to continue but he only looked at her sternly.

" Go on, you can't expect to tell me of this peculiar dream, to then not describe it's content!"

He sighed seeing as though he wasn't going to win this one, and continued.

"I stood in a barren field, our beloved city before me. The sky in the east was dark as it always is, but in this dream it grew terribly darker. Clouds of the grimmest gray moved about, and that horrid feeling the evil stirs within us all grew stronger with each second. But in the east, a brilliant light shone, bright as this day, and with it came a voice speaking to me as if the person uttering the words were right in front of me. It said,

Seek for the sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's bane shall waken,

And the halfling forth shall stand.

I do not know what it means, if it holds true prophecy or if it is just my superstitions meddling in my dreams. I do not know if I should even worry so much about such a dream or if this is something I should even speak about."

Faramir stared down at his hands as he thought out loud. When he glanced at Arien her eyes were wide and she too was deep in thought. When she awoke from her thinking, she seemed nervous, almost afraid, not at all the same at eased Arien that Faramir had scolded a minute ago. She spoke airily to him with her eyes still wide and alert.

"I-I think it would be best if you spoke with Boromir of this dream, he will know... what to do. It is m-most definitely a thing of hh-importance though, I must say Faramir, such things shouldn't be kept secret, no, not at all, they could be of future importance to...to a loved one or, o-or blacksssmith?"

Her words were rushed and didn't make much sense to Faramir but she still stared, looking like an owl, with her mouth parted slightly.

"Why would a blacksmith want to know what I dream ab-"

"Oh well I really must be leaving now Faramir, please do inform Boromir a-and all the wealthy women"

She stumbled off in a hurry as she mumbled this. Leaving Faramir staring after her greatly puzzled.

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Wealthy women? What absurdity!"