War Cry
Faramir drabble. The thoughts of the man who would be Steward as he prepares to retake Osgiliath.
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"You will reclaim Osgiliath for your lord," he commands us, handing me my sword just as he once did for my brother. I alone see his face twist with reproach. "Do not fail me again," he sneers.
"It is not for you that I do this," I murmur, but he has gone. I square my shoulders towards the east, the hooves of my mount ringing on the cobbles. And as I pass the gates of this city for what will certainly be the last time, I whisper two words that resound like a battle cry in my heart.
"For Boromir."