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Farewell
Calemireth was drawn to the library. Indeed, she did not land here on purpose but obviously destiny. Now the lady sat by a window and regards the Pelennor Fields. Probably, she has gone too far. He did not see the connection between them or did not want to. Calemireth could not tell if this was love. She never felt it before for a man. Faramir ever was a friend to her. In their youth. But it was different with Boromir. However, it appears to her that the Captain General did not feel the same. Her gaze found the sword which hang at her belt. At least, she has proven herself worthy to fight alongside the soldiers for this one battle. She smiles weakly. However, it does not matter, if she didn't prove worthy for that one man.
"How are you faring, little brother?" a familiar voice did raise Faramir. He opens his eyes. Boromir sat beside his bed. "I will be on my feet again very soon. Do not worry," the younger one replies. The Captain General regards him and takes his hand. "It is my duty to worry about you," the older one began. "It is good to see you," his brother adds. By one look in Boromir's eyes, he knew that something was very wrong. "There is something that troubles you," he concludes. His brother remains silent but he could see the sadness in the older one's face. Faramir set upright and views the Captain General. "One time a man lost against the wizard and found himself on a boat. He was desperate till the man met her. He was impressed at first glance but did not let her know. A mistake. However, the woman chose to follow him. She was the reason that he remained with the living. Also, then the lady did not leave his side. They won. Nevertheless, one more battle laid upon them. To find to each other. The man should allow and express his feelings towards her. The woman, is not to blame," Boromir narrates. The young ranger squeezes this hand of the person he loves much. "You are that man," he determines. His brother nods. "I am," the older one answers. "Do not despair. Have hope," Faramir reassures him. "The last word is not spoken yet," the younger one adds. Boromir smiles at him. "Wise brother mine. What would I do without you? However, I am the reason you cannot rest. Forgive me. Allow me to stay at your side till I have to depart," replies the Captain General. Faramir returns the smile. "I do enjoy your company so stay," he states. "As do I," agrees Boromir. The man leans forward and he sets upright. "When was it that Saruman captured you?" the young ranger asks. "This is why I decided long ago to have no secrets with you," his brother speaks up with a smile. "I could not hide them before you nor do I want to. It was our first night at Minas Tirith," the Captain General continues. Faramir looks at him. "I could sense that something was not right," he replies. Boromir blinks and touches his eyes with his hand. "I was taken by surprise and fooled by his magic. It embarrasses me. You are the only person that knows now," the man answers. He searches for his brother's eyes again. "It happens to the best men. You don't have to," he responds. It was then that he saw the change within them. Boromir didn't miss it. "You were right about the palantír. It is destroyed by now but I was blinded by its last light. However, Aragorn healed them and I can see most clearly," the man answers. Faramir smiles sadly and lowers his head. It has always been like that. The older one did never rest, be it a severe injury or not. "I wish you would care as much about your well-being as about mine," he thoughts aloud. With a bright smile Boromir replies," As soon as war is over. When all men can rest, I will do the same." The young ranger returns it as best as he could. Thereupon, he moves aside to create a space for his brother, if he will. The older one knew of that move and fulfils it. "Mir?" the man began. "Mmh," Faramir counters. "My wish came true. To share a bed with you," his brother states. "Boromir, you are incorrigible," the younger one responds. "I apprentice this statement," the Captain General replies and squeezes his hand.
Éomer spent the remaining time till it began to dawn with his sister. Éowyn did not talk much. He knew the reason. She doesn't want to let him go alone. The marshal carefully lay her head on the pillow. Before it rested on his shoulder. He brushes a strand of hair from her face and kisses her forehead. Éomer arises, put on his helmet and with one last sight at Wyn, departs. Outside, Boromir pass by and stops before him. The Gondorian wears armour with the White Tree emblemed on it. The man nods towards him while adjusting his gloves. "How does your sister fare?" Boromir asks. "Physically better but mentally she still needs to heal," Éomer answers. "I am sure that time helps her to find back to strength," the Captain General replies. "I already convinced myself of the good recovery of your brother. I am glad," the marshal counters. A smile forms on the face of his counterpart. "Yes, Mir is on his feet," the dark-haired man answers. He manages one as well. "My deep condolences for the death of Théoden. Gondor is in your debt," Boromir continues and his smile vanishes. Éomer bows his head. "If I should come back, then I will be king. If not, my sister," the Rohirrim declares. The Captain General claps him on the back. "We will guarantee your return, friend," the dark-haired man responds. Éomer claps his shoulder in return. "To claim at least one favour. Could you show me the way to your stalls?" he counters. "This is not a request but a matter of course. Follow me," replies Boromir. They arrived at the stalls and the fair-haired man walks to his steed. He swung his leg and with one move mounts the horse. The Captain General leads Thunderstruck outside and Éomer follows. He joins his men who waited at the gate. "Where is your cloak?" asks Gimli addressed to Boromir. The elf lowers his head and smiles as does Aragorn. "I had to lay it aside, my dwarfish friend," answers the older one and takes up the reins. The dwarf acknowledges it with a shake of his head," A shame." Before they could ride away, two hobbits came running towards them. "Scarce of Rohan, at your service," declares Merry and looks up to Éomer. He offers a hand. While pulling the new friend of his sister up, the marshal adds," I underestimated you. Forgive me." Merry smiles at him," Accepted." Pippin has placed himself in front of Boromir. The young hobbit too sat now behind the Gondorian. All their faces went grim by the thought of the upcoming battle. So, they rode away, leaving loved ones behind. Éomer swore himself to return to Wyn. He must. They were all exhausted but determined to prevail this one last time.
Denethor had left the gardens of his wife and wandered around. He would never have thought to do that again. Not when the doom was so close. The Steward passes their tree. A memory comes to his mind.
Denethor has watched his sons closely. They had a swordplay under the branches of Gondor's tree. In that attempt Faramir could be made responsible for the scratch in its bark. He ordered both of them to follow him. "Explain yourself," the Steward declares. "Father, it was my fault," Boromir began but he interrupts him, "I do not think so." Then he views his second son, long and intensely. Faramir knew for it and looks up. "What we... what I did is unforgivable," the boy answers. Denethor stands up," Long ago our family swore to protect the White Tree. No one, and definitely not my own blood is allowed to damage it. However, I should not wonder. You do not share the wisdom and knowledge of Boromir. Value his decisions more than your own. It would be better if it does not happen again." Faramir regards him with radiant eyes. The boy was close to lose composure. The older one comes forward," Father, he is not to blame. I am the reason why we trained there. My brother was it who voiced his doubts," Boromir says in a defending voice. So, the boy convinced the older one to take responsibility. Faramir's eyes has followed his brother. With a deep breath the younger one joins Boromir and stand before him as well. "I regret what I did. I will stay away of the tree from now on," the boy states. He bows his head. "You are dismissed," the Steward replies. At least Faramir finally admitted his guilt and improved therefore. The second son left with one last glance at him and Boromir.
Denethor smiles weakly at this thought. At that time, he did not know how lucky he could be to have two sons. He turns around and lifts his head and could make out a familiar person. However, it could not be. As if the young ranger sensed his presence, Faramir views him. He shakes his head. His son walks over and nods. "It´s been a while since we last met. My apologies for not coming to you as soon as I arrived at Minas Tirith," the younger one began. It cannot be. His sons are dead. "I was injured in battle," Faramir adds. Denethor again shakes his head. The second son regards him with worry in his eyes. "Father," his counterpart mumbles. "Are you alright?" the young ranger asks. With a faint smile and because Faramir knew for his thoughts he continues," Neither Boromir nor I fell in battle. However, the Captain General is not here at the moment but only due to the fact that he rode out to Mordor's gate." The Steward was speechless. Not dead. Valar spared his family. Much to the surprise of Faramir, as he could tell from his facial expression, Denethor embraces the second son. With care to not hurt his arm any further. "Forgive me," he mumbles. Before the Steward could hear what, his son has to say, because he feared the answer, he turns away. "I do, father," he hears the voice of his son from behind. Denethor looks back again. Faramir smiles at him. He decided not to make the same mistakes again.