A/N: So here is the 10th chapter, read and enjoy.

This story still is book and movie based.

Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-Earth and the characters in it; they all belong to J. R. R Tolkien

Maradon

Faramir looked at the stars; somehow they had always comforted him. They seemed more beautiful throw the trees of the Golden Wood. It was peaceful; it felt like they were back in Rivendell.

They had made it there in a nick of a time. They had passed the borders of Lothlórien just as the sun set. Gimli had complained about the trees and about how they should not have come here, how the elf-witch will cast a spell on theme and they all would be lost.

Faramir who wanted to grieve in peace, was so close to snap at the dwarf who constantly before he could do anything the fellowship was stopped. Even thru his grief Faramir felt how laugher rose from his chest. Again he had elven arrow in his face, but that time it wasn't Glorfindel and the elf didn't seem so friendly.

They had been brought before Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. He had heard the stories and songs about the lady of the Golden Wood. But the reality exceeded the fantasy, she was much more than the bards could fathom.

But Faramir couldn't concentrate on her beauty or the conversation, his head hurt and everything was a haze. He wanted to be left alone and rest.

Suddenly Lady Galadriel looked at him and he heard her voice in his mind. "Now is the time to grieve and rest, Faramir of Gondor, we will talk later."

So now he sat under the tree and looked at the stars. Lady Galadriel had told him to rest, but the he didn't find it.

Grief was too strong; he couldn't close his eyes, or accept sleep. Gandalf had been with him since the time his mother had died and now he was gone. He was all alone in this world. His brother was far away; his horse who had kept him company in the darkest hours was in Rivendell and the person who he had trusted the most, was dead.

Suddenly there was a little noise and someone was standing before him. He knew that it couldn't have been someone of his company, because they had gone to dinner. He hadn't joined them, even when they all had tried to convince him that he needed to eat, but he didn't have the appetite. He looked up and there stood Haldir.

"Our Lady wishes do speak with you, Lord Faramir." He offered Faramir a hand up.

Faramir followed him. Haldir took him up to a beautiful platform, he could see every far away, even over the great walls of Caras Galadhon. On the edge of the platform stood the Lady of this great wood.

"Lady Galadriel." Faramir bowed.

"Lord Faramir," Galadriel stepped closer and smile. "Let the grief go. Let it not cloud your mind. Gandalf would want you do only have found memories of him, not the one full of sorrow."

"My grief is still to near, to let it go." Faramir cast his eyes down.

"Don't let the grief drag you into the shadows, you must concentrate at the task ahead, Faramir son of Denethor." Galadriel touched his cheek gently.

"Yes, Lady Galadriel. I will find a way." Faramir raised his eyes again and looked into the deep blue orbs of the eldar.

"Good. But know son of the steward. Your coming to this quest as set in motion a different future. Some of the patterns are changing, some patterns are not yet weaved, some are unweave and weaved differently, some disappear forever; some stay the same. Tell me son of Denethor, why did you come, instead of your brother?" Galadriel asked.

"Because I saw his death."

"And you still came, knowing that you could die instead of him?" Galadirel's voice was full of wonder and understanding.

"Yes, I came even though it may mean my own death." Faramir answered.

Galadriel smiled gently, "You and Estel have given me hope. That Men aren't lost, that they aren't as weak as they seem."

"Thank you, Lady Galadriel." Faramir bowed his head again; he felt pride rising in his heart.

Suddenly Galadriel's smile wavered, "I have seen many things. I have seen tower of Ecthelion in flames. Your brother, Boromir, dead. He is lying on the steps of the citadel arrows piercing his body. Your father sitting on the steward's throne, Morgul blade in his heart, hands rose in surrender."

First instincts for Faramir was to run, return to his city, save it, save his father and brother. Leave the fellowship.

"Faramir son of the house of Hurin," Galadriel's commanding voice cut his thoughts thru. "You react before you think. Don't let your heart be troubled. You have the sight, the gift or the curse, as some say, of the house of Hurin. You can see what will come and you can see into the hearts of men. Now look into yours and listen. My mirror shows me many things; the fall of Minas Tirith is not yet at hand. It may never occur. You know the future can be changed, not everything is set in stone. The ring must be destroyed, or what I have seen will come to pass. Your time to leave the Fellowship is not yet at hand. You will know when the time has come."

"Yes, my lady." Faramir knew that Galadriel was right.

"Now go and rest, let the dreams come. And don't let the shadows do deep into your heart."

"I will rest, Lady Galadriel. And I hope that the shadows don't touch me yet." Faramir turned but was stopped again by the lady of the wood.

"Remember, Lord Faramir, that you are not alone. Trust Aragorn and Legolas with your visions, they can help you. You have friends, trust the fellowship."

"Yes, my lady."

When Haldir lead him back to the place where the fellowship was resting, the others had returned. Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow at him. But Faramir needed to think before he talked to anybody. He sat on the spot beneath the tree he had previously occupied

Talking to Galadriel had given him some kind of peace and the same time his heart was heavy with dread. She had seen the fall of Minas Tirith she had seen death of his family. But she had also reminded him, that he was not alone. That he had friends, the Fellowship was with him. And that meant all hope was not lost yet.

His thoughts were disturbed by two things; Gimli's snoring and singing of the Lorien Elves:

A Olorin i yaresse

Mentaner i Numeherui

Tirien i Romenori

Maiarion i Oiosaila

Mana elye etevanne

Norie i melanelye?

"A lament for Gandalf." He heard Legolas say.

"What do they say about him?" Merry asked.

"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." Legolas answered voice full of sorrow.

Faramir tried to understand but the song was in Quenya and that language of the elves he understood very little. But he understood some of it and felt great pain.

Son of Denethor felt tears prickling from his eyes. He didn't understand why, why was Gandalf taken from them? Why was he taken from the free people of Arda.

"I bet they don't mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them." He could hear Sam say and then he heard the hobbit recite a verse:

The finest rockets ever seen

They burst in stars of blue and green

Or after thunder, silver showers.

Came falling like a rain of flowers.

Faramir had to smile, it was perfect. If Sam would know what talent he possessed.

Suddenly Gimli's snores stopped and Aragorn came and sat beside him

"And what are you so amused about?" the Dúnedain asked.

"Sam, has a talent, he described Gandalf's fireworks perfectly. I have seen them only once. But it always remains in my mind. It was my mother's birthday; it was few months before she died. She had told my father that she wanted Mithrandir to be the one who made fireworks on her birthday and my father had no say in that. And as my mother said so it was done. Those fireworks were just like Sam described them. With all beautiful shapes, butterflies, birds even a dragon. You may think that the dragon was the last one, but no. He fired up one more, it burst in flames at the sky and then it landed on the ground before my mother as buds and suddenly they bloomed. They were Athelas they made a crown at my mother's feet, like she was royalty. She was happy, I had never seen her so happy. Even my father enjoyed the party." Faramir's smile had grown wider; Aragorn had never seen the other man like that.

"Yes, that his fireworks did; brought smiles to everyone's faces." Aragorn couldn't hold his own smile back.

They fell into silence; Faramir took Larsian and started cleaning it.

Aragorn lit his pipe and turned to his companion. "Will you tell me, what Lady Galadriel told you?"

"Hmm?" Faramir lifted his eye from his blade.

Aragorn started laughing, "You sounded just like Gandalf right now."

"Did I. Hmm. Good, good." Somehow he got the specific Gandalf glint in his eyes, when he said that. Aragorn couldn't hold himself and started laughing even more heartily. "You spent too much time with him."

"Oh, yes I know. So you asked me of something?"

"What did Lady Galadriel told you?" Aragorn took a drag from his pipe.

Faramir looked at him and remembered what Galadriel told him about trusting Aragorn and Legolas. So he told the other man about his and Galadriel's conversation.

"Galadriel is right. Everything is not yet lost, hope remains. The fellowship is strong." Aragorn looked at the stars when he said that.

"I know, but sometimes all I can feel is despair." Faramir sighted.

"We all too, but believe me everything is not in naught." Aragorn placed a hand on Faramir's shoulder.

"Yes, I know." He went back to cleaning Larsian.

Aragorn emptied his pipe and looked at what Faramir was doing and raised his eyebrow, "I have seen you many times in practise and in battle. But it is the first time that I recognize your blade, Larsian."

"Yes, Gandalf gave it to me." Faramir smiled.

"I guessed that." Aragorn shook his head in wonder.

"But I never learned its story. Gandalf, Glorfindel, Elendan nor Elrohi didn't tell me, when I asked. They said it wasn't theirs to tell. Now I will never know why I was given the sword what bears the words: I'm Larsian, I protect and serve the one who is loyal." Faramir looked at his blade with an admiration.

"They didn't tell you because, it wasn't theirs to tell." Aragorn explained.

"Yes that they said." Started to clean the sword again, thinking that Aragorn didn't have anything to add.

But he was wrong. "It was not theirs to tell, but it is mine."

Faramir raised his head so quickly that he thought he would sprain his neck. "Yours?"

"Yes, mine, but right now is not the place or time to tell it to you. The only thing that I can tell you right now is that Larsian means in Adûnaic, old Numenorian language, reckless."

"Does it?"

"Yes and the story of this blade I will tell you some other time. But now it is time to rest, go to sleep. Let your mind rest, mellon-nin." Saying that Aragorn rose and went to his own bed. Faramir looked after him; it was the first time when Aragorn had called him friend in elvish. He shook his head and finished cleaning Larsian, when the time comes, he will understand everything.

When he finally went to bed the sleep couldn't find him, his mind was so full of thought, he needed to get rid of them and he decided to take a walk, sometimes it helped. His feet carried him to the same tree he had rested against before. But he still couldn't find any order in them.

Suddenly his thoughts were stopped when Legolas stepped next to him.

He couldn't say anything, because Legolas spoke. "I heard what you and Aragorn were speaking of."

Only thought that came to Faramir's mind was curse elven hearing. "And?"

"Were you really ready to leave the fellowship?" there was accusation in that question. "Where you really ready, to forsake your oath. To leave us on the most desperate of times?"

Faramir couldn't understand where that distrust of the elven prince had come from. What had he done, that Legolas felt like had to attack him. "I'm not going to forsake my oath. I swore to protect him; I would go to fiery pits of Mount Doom. I would protect Frodo until my dying breath."

That made Legolas take a step back and ask, "Tell me something, Faramir son of the Stewart of Gondor." Last part was spat out.

"If I can, my friend." Faramir tried to stay diplomatic. Even thoug the elf who he considered a friend was attacked him with his words.

"Tell me, when the time comes, when the ring is destroyed. And Aragorn comes to reclaim the throne of Gondor. Would you stand beside him be loyal to him or would you forsake your loyalty to him and go and stand beside you family."

Faramir couldn't answer because before he could open his mouth an order came behind Legolas. "That's enough Prince of Mirkwood, you have no right to question Lord Faramir!" There stood Lord Celeborn, "Lord Faramir don't answer to that, go and take your rest."

Faramir bowed and left, he wanted to answer to Legolas, but Lorda Celeborn had given him an order. He went to bed, trying to figure out what was the reason of mistrust from Legolas. But he couldn't find the answer. The sleep came, but his dreams were restless, they were full of death, full of fire, full of loneliness. He didn't know if they were dreams or visions, he didn't know it even in the morning when he woke.

They stayed in Lorién for two more days to rest. On the morning of the third day they were led to the banks of Anduin where three boats were waiting.

Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn gave all of them gifts something to protect them, something to make their quest bearable. They all got grey coats of the elves and Lembas, the elven bread.

Faramir was surprised when both of the eldar stepped to him, he didn't think they would give any more gifts to him, they had given enough already-

"Lord Faramir," said Lady Galadriel. "I know you are scholar more than warrior, I give you a book, full of stories and myths of the elves. It is the history of my people; you can't find this kind of book in the library of Minas Tirith." Faramir bowed and took the book.

"And here is my gift to you, son of Denethor." Lord Celeborn stepped to him. "It's a dagger made by our people, may it serve you as well as your sword." Faramir bowed and took the dagger.

"May the Valars look up on your journey and may the stars guide your way. Lord Faramir from the house of Hurin." Said Galadriel and touched his brow gently.

Faramir bowed again and stepped into the boat he shared with Merry and Pippin. Their journey continued on.