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I have known Faramir since we were young lads, exploring the high towers of the White City. His father greatly disapproved of our friendship, for I was the son of a lesser Gondorian. Still, that did not stop us from hiding spiders in the soldier's armor.
Now, he is the young captain of Gondor, guardian of the plains of Ithilien. I know naught why his father has no use for him. Faramir has many uses! He is a great swordsman, a great gentleman. My sister Elana fell for him. Faramir fell for her too! He even asked for her hand in marriage. But, alas, the steward Denethor Faramir's father, turned down Faramir's request. He said Faramir was too young, Elana too unworthy.
Elana is now dead. She died when a battalion of orcs stormed Minas Tirith. She was one of the fifteen that died. Captain-general Boromir came back from the Gap of Rohan. He pushed the orcs back and all was at peace. But, Boromir's act made Denethor frown upon his lesser son even more.
My name is Eorl, Ithran's son. My mother, the late Enwin, was of Rohan. She named me after the father of the Rohirrim, the first king to sit in the Golden Hall. This is my story. It begins in Ithilien... when we captured two peculiar hobbits named Frodo Baggins and Sam Gamgee...