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Faramir

Death was his constant companion now. It followed his footsteps, heralded his arrival. Faramir smiled bitterly. Everything he once knew was now lost. His brother was dead and so it seemed, his father. None would tell him how his father met his demise. He looked once in their faces and knew it was not an honourable death.

"Your father loved you dearly," they all said to him gently.

Love? Faramir scoffed, allowing the dark thoughts churn his head and mind for once without pushing back with hopeful ones. What did he know of love? How could love take any part in a world full of death and chaos? He shook his head, ignoring the warm sunlight raining on his back and neck. His father was many things, but what did he know of love?

He was still nursing his thoughts like a beast licking its wounds with its tongue when he heard a soft voice of a woman speak, "Lord Faramir?"

He turned, and before him stood a young woman with the hair as bright as gold.

And then his dark thoughts fled.


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