Well, inspiration hit me and the next chapter is finally finished.

Btw, shocking but true: My computer marks Faramir as a mistake offering words like farmer. On the other hand, my computer recognizes the names of the other heroes correctly. (So, now I added dear Faramir to his vocabulary.)

Again, look forward to some Faramir, Boromir and Aragorn content and a new entry in Faramir´s diary. As well, you´ll find some Legolas content for the first time. If your wish is to have this more often, or some content of a wizard, hobbit or dwarf. Feel free to hit me up and I may do this more often in the future.

Thanks for reading.

Enjoy.

Just a dream

Darkness, then light. A red light, deep in earth. He who lay in slumber, awakened. All the unlucky ones that got in his way, dead. Now, they were next. He ran towards them... And Faramir rises from sleep. Again, a dream, promising bad times to come. He touches his head, tries to focus in the here and now.

"What was this dream about?" a familiar voice asked. Boromir? The younger one looks up. No not his brother, Aragorn was watching him.

"If only I could tell you that. I do not know. Most of the dreams make no sense to me," Faramir replies, getting completely to senses, while looking up to him. Aragorn keeps eye contact a bit longer then prepares to depart.

Faramir remains seated on the ground, searching for his brother. "Merry and Pippin," Aragorn declares smiling.

"He is doing a good job. After raising me nearly alone, we should not wonder," Faramir states with a smile.

"What about your father?" Aragorn inquires.

The young ranger focuses on the ground. "He does not look kindly on me," he then answers. Deciding to better pack his belongings as well, he arises.

"I cross paths with Denethor. He can be... heedless at times but even he will know for the love of his son," Aragorn says in an attempt to brighten his mind. Faramir could only nod. Secretly, he doubted it. His father never proved it otherwise. Still, he will continue to hope for the better. Even when his father could never show his love towards him, Denethor may accept him one day and stop treating him unfairly.

In the middle of packing his few belongings, a hand on his shoulders forced him to look up. Boromir smiles at him, "Morning. Everything ready?"

Faramir retorts the smile, "I am. How was your night? And where are your little ones?"

Boromir releases his shoulder. "With Frodo and Sam. And my night...well at last I was able to get some sleep," the older one answers both questions. "We better go," Boromir adds. His brother was right, Mithrandir already took his leave. Following Boromir, they both catch up with their companions.

Snow, of course it had to be snow, Boromir curses silently. They made their way to the Caradhras Road in an attempt to cross the Misty Mountain. There they were greeted by heavy snow. Gondor's Captain General worries about the hobbits. He was behind Legolas and in front of Frodo. Faramir, he guessed was to be found at the end, because the older one hasn't seen his brother in a while. Boromir looks past his shoulders, only to see Frodo stumble to the ground. He was about to help him up, then his gaze found the ring.

No, he should not take it. Otherwise... Boromir picks it up. "Boromir! Give it back!" Aragorn shouts. Faramir's eyes searches for his brother's eyes. The Captain General hands the ring back to Frodo. They do remember the moment in which he tried to take the ring.

He was about to continue walking but bumped into Legolas. "Sorry," he mumbles then looks past the elf. Gandalf frozed in his tracks.

"We should consider to take the path through the Mines of Moria. It is not safe to walk here any longer," the wizard declares.

"Neither men, nor elves' wish was it to cross these mines," Legolas mentions.

"Mithrandir, I would not suggest either to enter these mines", Aragorn agrees.

"There is a hope that Moria is still free... there is even a chance that Dwarves are there. Let's go," Gimli says and already about to go back.

Boromir smiles, then turns around to look at Gimli. "Your enthusiasm in Valar's ear my dwarfish friend but it is not firm whether or not we chose to take the mines," he says addressed to the dwarf.

"The ring bearer shall decide," Gandalf then states. He was not asked about his own opinion but Gondor's Captain General would rather fight come what may then to see the mines from the inside. From the stories Faramir told him once, back then when they were children, he knew that something evil is down there. Only Valar knows what happened to the Dwarves that once lived there.

"We should continue. Majorty is against Moria," Frodo replies.

"Then we will continue," Gandalf declares.

Luck was not with them. Legolas now on top of their row, because he was the best to see, was now the only one still standing. Eager to see a threat coming he peers the landscape. It became more and more difficult, even with his eyes to make out anything. The snowfall has gotten heavier than before. Suddenly, the prince discovered two yellow... eyes? Realization hit him, a host of wargs. "Wargs!" he shouts. Nine pair of eyes found their way to him.

"Time to retreat! Moria it be!" Gandalf proclaims. Even for their fast retreat, one warg got too close but Legolas, ever the great archer aims for him and the arrow hits its target. They hurried their way back, Moria their next destination.

Aragorn and the others followed Mithrandir till they were at the entrance of the Mines of Moria. So be it then. Soon enough, they will find out if the rumours are true. He shares a glance with Legolas. His friend may not show it but because of Aragorn's trained eye, he was able to see Legolas' unease. Their leader proceeds to a stone wall. "Moonlight is needed to find the entrance visible," states Mithrandir. Simultaneously, the moon made his appearance and enlighten the very place. A door became visible, in addition to it an inscription. It was Sindarin: Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo Mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion teithant i thiw hin. "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter. I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs," Mithrandir translates." Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen," the wizard says in effort to open the entrance. Nothing happened. It seemed a simple 'Gate of the Elves, open now for me' won't do the trick. Yet, that doesn't mean the wizard would give up.

Noticing Mithrandir struggles to open the gate and not wanting to appear impatient, all of them sat down, either alone or in groups. Boromir joined Faramir, Legolas and Gimli chose to stay introvert, Frodo and Sam as ever stayed silent and Merry and Pippin seemed bored. Knowing Legolas needed time for his own, Aragorn got seated next to Faramir.

Resting his arms on his knees and in a venture to start a conversation with him, Strider asks, "Were you able to figure out what this dream of yours was about?" Aragorn does not know Faramir for a long time but he already developed sympathy for the young man.

Faramir smiles at him, "Not yet. However, I do suppose it revealed more about the creature inside these mines."

Boromir looks about seeming worried," You had a dream again? The thought of walking through these mines is not getting better."

Aragorn nods," Neither have I heard otherwise but I do trust Mithrandir. I know him long enough. If there would be something in these mines, we weren't able to cope with, we would not be here." After saying that, they found themselves in a comfortable silence.

"Would you mind if I write a short entry in my diary? Only Valar knows the next time I am able to do so," Faramir seizes the chance to speak.

"No need to ask for permission, little brother," Boromir replies with a smile. So, the young man has a diary. Proof he was a scholar at heart, as well as the crownless king. Indeed, Aragorn was ever a great warrior but he also welcomed it to devote himself to a good book. Legolas was in that way very similar to him which is why they became such good friends. He focuses on Mithrandir who still tries to open the gate, without being successful.

Isildur's Bane

The day this dream occurred to me.

In the past days we plodded through heavy snow and I could not help it to stop thinking about this dream of mine. Like most of my dreams, this one makes no sense to me as well. I have an assumption. We soon find it out, if this speculation suits with reality. Boromir found a new vocation, called his little ones. He is doing a really good job actually. The very person spoken of, watches me. Before the idea to read this entry of mine, occurs in his mind I better finish it and store this diary safely away.