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Faramir, Boromir, Minas Tirith, etc. I sadly own nothing-_-
Summary: Boromir and Faramir when they were younger
Authors Note: I got more reviews!! ^_^ This is the last chapter. This is the longest chapter. Is it me or is anyone else noticing that slowly more and more Faramir/OC fics are popping up onto the site, which are horribly Mary-Sues?!?! Ok calm down breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out......
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*Narsil-I just read 'Second Son' and I didn't realize that my fic followed yours so closely. I'm really sorry the idea just popped into my head one day. I got the idea of Arvedui as I was reading the appendixes of "The Return of the King" I came across the names of the Kings of the Northern Kingdom and Arvedui came up and it said 'Arvedui Last-king 1975. End of the North-kingdom' and I did not think that Boromir would much appreciate a fallen kingdom that fell along with it's king. But I chose Anarion because I couldn't exactly work in Earnur for his fall was not exactly pretty and he's in this chapter, heck Arvedui's wasn't either but if I used Mardil it would be too flattering.
*Osheen Nevoy- I agree with you Denethor is not a complete nut, psychopathic loony tune, mad tyrant, etc (in my opinion anyways) just very disturbed. The only time when he was mad was when he tried to burn Faramir alive, but that was for several reasons: He thought that they were all going to die He was emotionally disturbed/troubled The Palantir just had to be there didn't it? First his wife dies 30 years ago, then his favored son, and then he thinks he will lose his second son all in the same month A whole bunch of other stuff
Faramir IS my favorite character (along with Eowyn), heck Denethor deserves more than he gets, father and second son resemble each other in mind so some of Denethor's good genes must have passed on to Faramir. I am somewhat defensive of Faramir, there was a fic written by some person that made Faramir a king and he was trying to get rid of all the elves, as if the second son of Denethor would do such a thing (the thought still disturbs me). Denethor just doesn't understand Faramir, simple enough concept. You're right 'okay' isn't a very Tolkien like word, I'll try to avoid that word, unless if my brain decides to take a vacation, which it won't....hopefully.
*Altariel-Thank you, and yes I am 12. My math teacher is evil, but it is one of my best subjects (not to mention my favorite, until my math teacher came in) 'Many Temptations' might come out much later (with school coming up and all) do you think Merry and Pippin would have been tempted?
*Kirixchi- Best sellers list? Hmm. I don't know. Eowyn, I might do *pulls out TTT and ROTK to research Eowyn* Half-Elven prince of Dol Amroth of course I had to put that in there. I think it's said in the book/appendixes that Faramir was naturally more scholar-like.
*Celandine Brandybuck-The Silmarillion and the Appendixes were exactly where I researched the information, I was just afraid that I read a section incorrectly. Checked the Silmarillion and Appendix A and the information is (from what I can tell) accurate. Of Anarion info on him I found in the section of the Silmarillion 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age on pgs.348-355 (I think). Info on Arvedui I found in the Appendix of LOTR pg.1025-1026 and in the Appendix pg.1031 it says 'He [Faramir] was gentle in bearing, and a lover of lore and music.' On pg. 750 of ROTK Beregond says that Faramir is 'wise and learned in the scrolls of lore and song' I would imagine he would know Sindarin and would be able to read it at young. You're right this is a vignette. I think all if not most of my fics will be character exploration. Yes, I finally did figure out how to work the 'edit' option.
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Books and Stars, Swords and Men
Chapter 3-Evenings and Night Time Discussion
After her sons left the room Finduilas looked at her husband. Denethor looked right back at her. "You do know that your first question was directed to both sons, am I correct?" she asked in a slight tone of accusation.
"Of course I knew," Denethor replied noticing the almost accusing look and tone of voice his wife was directing at him.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You know perfectly well of what I speak," Finduilas shot her husband an icy look.
"The boy shows perfectly well that he does not enjoy conversing with me," Denethor replied, temper rising but keeping a cool appearance.
" 'The boy' you refer to has a name I'm sure you know by now," the mother of 'the boy' shot back.
" Very well, 'Faramir' shows perfectly well that he does not enjoy conversing with me," Denethor did not like that his wife was gaining the upper hand, not that he truly minded it was just that the political position and his pride would not allow it.
"Did you ever try conversing with Faramir?"
"Yes, but he shows pretty well he is uncomfortable in conversation with me," Denethor found himself admitting.
"And did you ever wonder why?"
Denethor was now caught in a tight spot, and since his wife clearly knew that judging by the look on her face, he made no comment.
"You are too strict with him, stop trying to judge him, think you that he cannot tell? He is uncomfortable with you because he can tell that you are reading him, so what I am saying is that you have to be softer with him," Finduilas explained, making sure she hit her mark.
"Well then, I am terribly sorry if I do not baby him like a certain mother here," Denethor shot back temper gradually rising.
"Baby him?" Finduilas said with a slowly rising voice, "I do not baby him, I am merely kind to him and look upon him with love as he so rightly deserves as my son and as a child, and apparently someone in this room cannot do as such," she gave an icy glare to her husband.
If it were any other woman than his wife Denethor's temper would have taken control. But it was his wife so Denethor, amazingly, remained calm and answered in an icy tone. "The boy dreams too much."
"Then let him dream, he is still a child," Finduilas answered almost pleadingly, and before the wrath of her temper was let loose she left the room leaving Denethor stunned.
Denethor was not truly happy with his wife, and was reluctant to admit that she proved a point. Faramir was still young, but he did not want Faramir to dream, before he became weak. No, Denethor would leave things just as they were lest either son becomes suspicious. Family was more complicated than politics; definitely, whoever thought differently was terribly wrong.
He rose and left the room to deal with the army's scouts and of the growing darkness of Mordor.
The two boys left the room so they wouldn't be late for Sindarin lessons. Boromir turned his head to Faramir, "so what did you do this evening? I know father asked me, but what about you?"
Faramir raised a small eyebrow, barely discernible; his brother did know that their father's first question had been directed to both of them, didn't he? Their father had asked both of them how their day went but Boromir, the conversationalist he was had occupied their father through the entire meal, of which Faramir admitted he was very grateful. Instead of telling their father how his day went he had told their mother.
"I went to the library, as usual," Faramir decided that his brother did not know and was just being the protective older brother he was always wanted to see him happy.
"The library? Why do you always go there? Would not your time be better spent going outside or watching the soldiers as I do?" Boromir asked his brother.
"I go to the library because I wish to go, and I do not enjoy watching the soldiers practice as much as you do," Faramir answered firmly.
"Hmmm, what did you read then?" Boromir doubted that there was much anything interesting that could be found in the library except for tales of heroes and great battles.
"Creation."
"Creation?" it was Boromir's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Creation," Faramir affirmed as they entered the classroom.
Master Maegil was in the room near the open door and had heard the little conversation between the brothers. He knew that Boromir would not appreciate the library, he was always interested in action. But Faramir loved the library and he enjoyed reading books of about every subject. Maegil was glad that Faramir loved Sindarin, other than making his job easier it gave him a sense that he had done his job correctly. But Boromir was a different story, he did not appreciate Sindarin as his younger brother did, he thought it pointless and useless. No matter what Maegil tried to do Boromir was just not interested. Even if Boromir was not interested Maegil still had to teach him, and teaching him was becoming a problem. Boromir was a nice kid and a good person, Maegil never doubted a minute, but it was just a problem. That was why Maegil decided to do something special today, today's lessons were going to be cut short because he had some business to attend to, instead of the normal books, paper, pen and reciting he was going to use real objects and names to try to get Boromir to memorize the words. Faramir had no trouble at all in memorizing words; the boy could already read the language. But it was probably because Faramir was taught differently, after the problems with Boromir they decided to teach Faramir Sindarin earlier whereas Boromir learned Westron first and then Sindarin when he was two. Even if it had been reversed Maegil knew that still Faramir would have learned Sindarin quickly, the boy showed true talent in learning languages as Boromir showed talent in physical activities. Well, Maegil could not change that fact and he did not wish to, he stood up as the two boys entered the room.
When Faramir and Boromir entered they took their seats and Master Maegil began speaking. "Today's lessons will be cut short due to the fact that something has come up and I must leave early," Maegil watched the two boys to see if they had any expressions, Faramir seemed worried, Boromir predictably looked particularly happy. "And due to shorter lessons we shall be doing something different today, actually it is a type of test, not a real one mind you, I just wanted to see how you two are doing," the boys' expression changed dramatically, Faramir seemed interested and Boromir looked as if all of his hopes and dreams were denied. Maegil tried to hide a smile as he continued, "instead of the usual, today for the first fifteen minutes we will stay in the classroom and the next outside," Boromir now seemed slightly interested at the mention of outside. "While we are in the classroom I will point to an object and one of you will have to say a sentence using the word," Faramir still seemed interested and Boromir was uneasy, "but before that we will be guessing the meanings of names." Now both children were interested, 'perhaps this will work' Maegil gently mused with himself.
As lessons began Maegil had the brothers tell him the meanings of the names of people they knew for many people still used Sindarin for the basis of their names. Maegil tested the boys separately. While testing Boromir Maegil noticed that the child was feeling easier and surer of himself, "tell me the meaning of your name," Maegil began. "Faithful jewel," Boromir answered with plain ease.
"Your brother's."
"Speculative jewel."
Maegil prayed that his plan would work and from what he could tell this was going just as he wanted it so he continued, "tell me my name," Boromir seemed to think a bit and answered. "Piercing star?" Boromir had guessed correctly.
Maegil smiled, "correct." This little drill continued with the names of other members of the court and also with several created names. Maegil tested Faramir and assuredly enough Faramir went through with ease. They continued with classroom objects. Upon going outside Maegil tested the boys on nature using descriptive phrases. Pointing to a tree Maegil tested Faramir, "I want you to describe it to me in a phrase." What came out of the boy's mouth surprised Maegil a bit but he guessed he should have expected it, but he did not think a child of his age could recite poetry within a sentence or phrase. The fifteen minutes continued with Faramir and then Boromir. What Boromir said surprised him too, he did not think that the child would improve so quickly, or maybe the child could do so all along but he was just not interested and it could be that Boromir was just anxious that class be over, but Maegil doubted that. Of course Boromir's answers were not as good as his brother's but it was certainly an improvement. As class ended Maegil was still in shock. 'I will never figure out those two,' he muttered to himself.
When lessons were over Boromir headed straight for the armory where the soldiers were practicing. The armory was divided into several sections, some sections one stories, others two or three stories and one open yard. The open yard was adjoined with the main building and was where the soldiers practiced in good weather. It was enclosed on three sides by stonewalls with several entrances so the soldiers would have at least some privacy while practicing.
Upon reaching the yard Boromir found that Master Arsil was still conversing with the soldier from before and the two did not seem to notice his entering, the two were at the far side of the yard so Boromir could not hear. Knowing that the other soldiers would be coming shortly he climbed the lower part of the wall and sat there waiting.
Arsil was talking with an old friend of his, Falborn, a current Captain of Denethor's armies.
"So Arsil, has anything changed within the city while I was gone?"
"No, what of Ithilien? I heard that the place is deserted now."
"Well, it's almost deserted, except for the families that have been living there for long, the ones that can't afford a move and of course the Ithilien Rangers and scouting groups."
"Why would it be 'almost deserted,' what happened?" Arsil inquired the Captain, curious.
"Mordor, Orodruin or Mount Doom burns, the land is sometimes filled with smoke, the first warnings that darkness is coming, and it is coming soon," Falborn answered sadly.
"The Gardens of Gondor," Arsil sighed, "how very strange that such a beautiful land be placed right next to Mordor, a land of darkness and shadow."
"The Moon Land, and such a fitting name too for it is as if the smoke of Orodruin was a cloud and Ithilien as the Moon," Falborn sighed and continued in a whisper, "and once the cloud covers the Moon all is covered in Darkness, but unlike the cloud and moon the cloud will not leave and the Darkness will rule."
"The cloud may cover the Moon but the Sun will still be, Falborn, it is too early to despair," Arsil knew Falborn was getting to something; Ithilien was not named as it was for that reason.
Falborn looked at Arsil with pain in his eyes, "the Dark Lord has returned, you know of the Last Alliance, a vast army of Elves, Men, Dwarves and other beasts and creatures, but this time there are only Men. What hope do we have?"
"There are still the Elves, they must still love Middle-earth."
"The Elves, if what the old tales say are true the Elves can go to the Undying Lands and depart from these shores forever. They are probably tired and there are so many Men that do not even know that the Elves exist, think you that they will help unbelieving Men, Arsil?"
"No, but we must still have hope," Arsil replied sadly.
"Yes, we must have hope. Hope in the next generation."
"Next generation, you think it will come that soon."
Falborn nodded and looked Arsil in the eye, "there have been more and more orc sightings and more movement within the Dark Land."
"Denethor must be very glad to have such a hopeful Captain," Arsil jested hoping to lighten spirits and to change the subject.
Falborn chuckled noticing his friend's rather lame attempt to change the topic and to lighten his spirits, "well the Steward will not have this 'hopeful' Captain for much longer."
"What?" Arsil asked confused.
"I served the army since I was a young man of fifteen and I have continued serving for over forty years, how much longer do you think I will be able to serve? At most fifteen years, and if I am still an able warrior by then I shall be truly surprised."
"You are right, we must have hope in the next generation."
"What of the young ones," Falborn said noticing Boromir out of the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me?" Arsil looked at his friend not understanding.
Falborn nodded at Boromir's direction. Arsil turned his head slightly then noticing Boromir, "oh, the two sons of Denethor, what of them?"
"There is a chance that the battle with the Dark Land will intensify and grow into war during their time and with their position as Denethor's sons they will most likely be thrown into the midst of the battle as Captains when they grow into manhood."
"You ask of their warrior skills," Arsil sighed as he began, "Boromir is a warrior, from what I can tell at his age. He has all of the qualities required of a fighter, as a Captain, and as a leader."
"And what of Denethor's second son, Faramir?"
"Of Faramir I am not sure."
Falborn raised an eyebrow, "how is that so?"
"The child is a born scholar, both Maegil and Halsel tell me so. Apparently the second son of the Steward has a knack for learning languages and memorizing agonizingly painful books and dates."
"But what do you think?"
"I don't know, the kid has the abilities to become a warrior and a leader but he does not seem interested as Boromir is."
"There are not many scholars that enjoy the art of the sword."
"But that is exactly how Faramir views swordplay, as art," Arsil responded with an exasperated sigh.
"So let me get this straight, the first son, Boromir, is a natural born leader and warrior," Arsil nodded so Falborn continued, "and the second, Faramir, is a natural born scholar am I correct?" Arsil nodded again. "Do you know what will make Faramir pick up a sword?"
"I do not rightly know but I would guess for defense."
"And Boromir?"
"Either offense or defense," Arsil responded not knowing what Falborn was thinking or planning.
"Hmmm, does Faramir have skill with the sword?"
"He has skill, but not true talent like his brother."
"So he can fight."
"Yes."
"Then we need not fear, for if he loves the White City and all it stands for he will defend, he may not be as great a warrior as his brother but he may be great. To win a battle one does not need strength alone, wit and mind are also required." Falborn stood up as he noticed more soldiers entering the yard.
"I already knew that but being reminded does not hurt," Arsil stood up.
"You have been off the field for too long my friend, and now I must go give the honorable Steward my report. Good day."
Boromir watched Arsil and the unknown soldier talking for a while and then he noticed that soldiers were entering the yard. He watched as the soldiers got ready for practice.
While Boromir had headed for the armory Faramir went back to his room. He had wanted to reread some of his old books and maybe ask his mother if she had any books that he could read. Entering his room Faramir retrieved a book of Elven tales and heroes. Sitting on the windowsill he began reading.
Boromir watched the soldiers until it was an hour till the evening meal. Climbing down from the wall Boromir headed for the family's sitting room. He saw that the only one there before him was his mother. She was sitting in her seemingly favorite chair reading a letter.
Finduilas sighed as she finished reading the letter her brother had written her. Her brother had a tendency to write very long personal letters and reasonable political letters, of which her father was thankful. What would the impatient lords do if they received a very long letter from Imrahil speaking of politics, nothing pretty she deemed. Noticing Boromir she smiled, "I was just reading a letter from your uncle Imrahil, apparently he is coming for a visit shortly." She watched as Boromir nodded his head. Her children loved Imrahil, he would tease and play games with them every time he visited his sister and brother-in-law.
After a while Faramir entered the sitting room and as usual headed for the shelf where several of his books were kept. Picking up a small book of Elven poetry Faramir went to a spot on the ground where the light from the window touched, providing sufficient enough light for reading.
Boromir picked up his wooden practice sword and moved to the other side of the room so he wouldn't be too close to his mother or younger brother.
When Faramir finished his book he placed it back on the shelf and seated himself so he could watch his brother practice. Watching his brother he did not notice his mother walk over to him. Finduilas seated herself next to her younger son, "you're uncle Imrahil wrote a letter to me."
Faramir turned to his mother, "and what did he say?"
"He'll be coming for a visit within a month."
Faramir smiled, "oh."
"Can you tell me a story?"
Finduilas was surprised at her son's request, "sure, what story do you wish to hear?"
"About the Elven King Gil-Galad."
Finduilas wondered why Faramir would want to hear that tale but knew better than to ask, "come, and sit closer."
Faramir sat closer to his mother and looked up at her.
Finduilas thought for a moment,
"Gil-Galad was an Elven King. Of him the harpers sadly sing: The last whose realm was fair and free Between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen, His shining helm afar was seen; The countless stars of heaven's field Were mirrored in his silver shield."*
While Finduilas continued Denethor entered the room. He saw Boromir practicing and Faramir listening to his mother tell of 'The Fall of Gil- Galad' in Sindarin. He seated himself and waited until the evening meal would be served.
The bells of Minas Tirith rang signifying time for the evening meal. Entering the Dining Hall the family stood behind their chairs and looked west. Then seating themselves they began eating. "So Boromir what did you do today?" Finduilas inquired of her son.
"I watched the soldiers practice, Master Arsil was talking to a soldier today."
"Well he is the Arms Master, it is not unusual for him to talk to a soldier."
"Of course, but this soldier does not seem to be of the Tower Guard or any of the soldiers within the citadel."
"Oh, how so?" Denethor asked as he decided to enter the conversation.
"Well," Boromir began, "instead of the sliver and sable of the Tower Guard he was dressed in greens and browns, but I could still tell that he was a soldier."
"You probably saw Captain Falborn, of the Ithilien Rangers," Denethor answered.
"The Ithilien Rangers?" Boromir asked, he had heard of these Rangers but he did not know what they truly did in the army.
"Yes," Finduilas decided to explain, "The Rangers are a large scouting party, they tell your father if there is any movement on our eastern borders and they help defend Ithilien."
"Oh, so what of their Captain?" Boromir did not really see any significance in the Ithilien Rangers.
"They must have a wise and skilled Captain, for the Rangers travel in secrecy to find information and must be able to hide from enemies," Denethor answered.
"Oh," Boromir still did not see their true significance, why would soldiers hide from enemies, couldn't they attack openly?
Denethor had watched Faramir while Finduilas, Boromir and himself had talked, he seemed to be listening but he still avoided joining in. Deciding to let his wife handle Faramir Denethor turned to Boromir, who was now talking about the soldiers, as always. 'Why did Faramir have to be so complicated?' Denethor asked himself. Why could he read Boromir easily but not Faramir?
Finduilas noticed that Faramir did not join in the family's small discussion about the Ithilien Rangers. Noting that Denethor was obviously not going to converse with Faramir Finduilas turned to Faramir. 'Why couldn't her husband and second son get along?' she asked herself. "So Faramir, what did you do in Sindarin lessons?" she knew her second son loved the Elven language just as she did.
"Master Maegil had to attend to some business today and lessons were cut short so he did something different today. He gave some type of test, to see how we were doing. First he tested us on the meanings of names, then he wanted us to make up sentences using objects in the classroom, and after that we went outside, he wanted us to describe nature using a sentence or phrase," Faramir seemed to think for a while. "Boromir seemed easier today during lessons though, which is good."
Finduilas smiled as her son told her that Boromir seemed easier with lessons. He never seemed interested in the language and was always uneasy when he had to speak, write or read it. "That is good, did you go to the library this afternoon?"
"No, I didn't go to the library today," Finduilas raised her eyebrows at this. "Then where did you go?" she doubted Faramir would go with his brother to watch the soldiers and she did not know where else he would go.
"I went back to my room to reread some of my books."
Finduilas nodded, "oh," that was pretty normal of Faramir, she was a bit worried when he said he did not go to the library.
Meanwhile Denethor was still listening to Boromir talk about the soldiers.
Finished with the meal the family left the table to do whatever they had to do before bed. Denethor left to finish looking over some papers, Finduilas went to get ready for bed and to tell her children their bedtime stories, Boromir decided to finish some of his assignments and Faramir went to the windowsill to gaze at the stars since all of his work was done.
Gazing at the stars Faramir noticed that Earendil was particularly bright that night. He loved looking at the stars, probably as much as Boromir enjoyed watching the soldiers practice; he also loved books as much as his brother loved listening to tales of heroic Men. Faramir loved the night sky, he understood why the High Elven Kings used the night sky for their symbols, for it truly was heaven's field with it's midnight blue background with the stars, providing a light in darkness and guidance for the lost traveler.
Boromir was writing facts about Earnur, the Last King of Gondor before the ruling Stewards. Boromir thought Earnur a great man, but he also thought this man somewhat weak. Earnur had not listened to Mardil, his Steward, for long the King of Minas Morgul challenged him to single combat and taunted him. After seven years the challenge was repeated taunting within him the heart of his youth that he had become weak of old age. Earnur had rode out with several riders to meet the King of Minas Morgul's challenge and there he fell. Since there were no witnesses of the Earnur's death, Mardil ruled Gondor in his name.
Even though Boromir thought the Last King of Gondor weak to some extent, he did not think him wrong in some way. Earnur was challenged and if he did not accept that challenge it would have made the King think himself weak, but even though he was challenged Earnur was charged with the duty of ruling Gondor, and his country and people had to come first, but his pride made Earnur accept the challenge. Many say that the King and his companions were tortured within Minas Morgul, a horrible fate.
Entering Faramir's room Finduilas found her son sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for his mother. Sitting on the side of the bed Finduilas asked, "What story would you like to hear tonight?"
"Can you tell me the tale of Earendil?" Faramir answered quickly, apparently he was thinking about which story he would like to hear before his mother entered.
"Sure," Finduilas wondered why her son would want to hear the story of the Evenstar of Men and Elves, "why do want to hear that story?"
"Earendil is bright tonight," Faramir answered looking out of the window.
Finduilas turned her gaze to the window too, hugging Faramir close to her she asked, "Westron or Sindarin?"
"Both."
"Earendil was a mariner,.........
Finishing the story when Faramir was slowly falling to sleep she tucked him in, kissed his brow and left the room. Entering Boromir's room she found him sitting on his bed waiting impatiently. Sitting at the side of his bed she smiled, "you want me to continue the tale of Turin?"
Boromir nodded vigorously in response.
"Now where were we?...."
Tucking Boromir in when he was drifting in and out of sleep she headed for the room she and Denethor shared. Finding Denethor gazing out of a window she went to stand next to him.
"Why east?" Finduilas asked as she noticed that her husband's gaze was looking in the direction of Dark Land.
"It grows, the shadow," was the monotonous reply.
"It troubles you," Finduilas looked at her husband.
Denethor made no comment.
"And you worry for Gondor," she continued.
Denethor nodded, "war is approaching."
Finduilas paused for a moment before continuing, "Do you recall the little conversation we had this afternoon?"
Denethor gave a slight nod and knowing her husband she knew that he did not wish to discuss it, but she continued, "Why can't you and Faramir get along?"
"I do not wish to discuss this."
"But I wish to discuss this matter."
Denethor looked long and hard at his wife but Finduilas would not give in.
"What don't you like about Faramir? I know you get along with Boromir but why not Faramir?"
"What story did he ask you to tell him this night? I heard you telling him of 'The Fall of Gil-Galad.'"
"He asked for the tale of Earendil tonight and he asked me to tell him of the High-Elven King," Finduilas answered not knowing exactly what her husband was pointing to. Abandoning true reason she decided to take on a firmer approach, "Denethor, tell me why you and Faramir cannot get along, and I want a straight answer."
Denethor stared at his wife, since when did she decide to become straightforward. "I told you this afternoon if you recall."
"You think he dreams too much," Finduilas stared back at her husband. Knowing she was right she asked even though she knew the answer, "do you love him?"
A moment passed and Finduilas was positive that the answer was 'yes' but her husband wouldn't say that out loud. Sighing she turned her gaze to look out of the window.
"The war," Finduilas turned quickly to look at her husband as he continued, "it is coming soon, and our sons will most likely be thrown into its midst."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Faramir is not a born warrior, you and I both know that, but he does have the skills. Dreaming will not get him anywhere, when he grows he must focus on what is around him."
Finduilas made no comment, she still had no idea as to what 'dreaming' had to with anything.
"Stars, tales, stories, legend and myth will not help him. Being born into the line of the Ruling Stewards Faramir will have to serve in the army someday and will be a captain of Gondor's armies. Where will dreaming get him?"
"You say Faramir dreams, yet Boromir dreams too. What is the difference between them? Dreams are dreams and they both dream."
"Like I said Faramir dreams of stars and tales and myth, but Boromir dreams of becoming a great warrior aside from dreaming of tales of battles and honorary men. There is a difference between their dreams, one dreams of imagination and one dreams of what is in being. War and Men are reality."
Finduilas placed a hand on her husband's arm and turned so she could look at him directly, "it is normal for children to dream, they only have this short period of time as children and children need dreams. Those two boys are both children and they are our sons, they both dream and they both have hopes, one dreams of heroes and the other of stars, one loves the sword and one loves books." Finduilas looked at Denethor straight in the eye, "you love them both and yet you show it more clearly in one than in the other, I know you have trouble conversing with Faramir, but please try."
After a long pause, hesitantly, Denethor reached to take his wife's hand, looking out of the window together Finduilas put her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes said, "we have two sons; one of Books and Stars.," "The other of Swords and Men."
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*I'm assuming that 'The Fall of Gil-Galad' would be in Sindarin because in LOTR it says that Bilbo translated the tale into Westron, so the people of Gondor would've known the original Sindarin version. Unless if they translated themselves, which could work. 'The Fall of Gil-Galad' was found in 'The Fellowship of the Ring' on pg.181 as said by Samwise Gamgee translated by Bilbo Baggins.
*Falborn was the original name of Faramir. Tolkien came up with the name Falborn before he decided to use the name Faramir instead. Probably because the name sounded closer to Boromir, I don't know. But instead of completely throwing away Falborn Tolkien made Anborn. So Falborn was the 'previous captain of the Ithilien Rangers' so in other words I couldn't think of any other name.
*Info on Earnur found in Appendix A in ROTK.
A/N: I'm done. Hope it was an enjoyable read. I put in the small conversation of Falborn and Arsil to Show their opinions of Boromir and Faramir Show what was occurring in that time
School is coming up, which can be a bad thing because with normal school my parents put me in an after school and I get home at six pm, which is evil. Oh well, any suggestions for future fics? I need ideas. Some parts of the fic were written very late at night, so sorry if there were any awkward parts. I don't understand Denethor and Finduilas *gets kicked by Middle- earth boot * and I still think that Denethor loved her (heck she dies and he goes kind of crazy, you would think)
Review please, constructive criticism as always is welcome.
Summary: Boromir and Faramir when they were younger
Authors Note: I got more reviews!! ^_^ This is the last chapter. This is the longest chapter. Is it me or is anyone else noticing that slowly more and more Faramir/OC fics are popping up onto the site, which are horribly Mary-Sues?!?! Ok calm down breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out......
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*Narsil-I just read 'Second Son' and I didn't realize that my fic followed yours so closely. I'm really sorry the idea just popped into my head one day. I got the idea of Arvedui as I was reading the appendixes of "The Return of the King" I came across the names of the Kings of the Northern Kingdom and Arvedui came up and it said 'Arvedui Last-king 1975. End of the North-kingdom' and I did not think that Boromir would much appreciate a fallen kingdom that fell along with it's king. But I chose Anarion because I couldn't exactly work in Earnur for his fall was not exactly pretty and he's in this chapter, heck Arvedui's wasn't either but if I used Mardil it would be too flattering.
*Osheen Nevoy- I agree with you Denethor is not a complete nut, psychopathic loony tune, mad tyrant, etc (in my opinion anyways) just very disturbed. The only time when he was mad was when he tried to burn Faramir alive, but that was for several reasons: He thought that they were all going to die He was emotionally disturbed/troubled The Palantir just had to be there didn't it? First his wife dies 30 years ago, then his favored son, and then he thinks he will lose his second son all in the same month A whole bunch of other stuff
Faramir IS my favorite character (along with Eowyn), heck Denethor deserves more than he gets, father and second son resemble each other in mind so some of Denethor's good genes must have passed on to Faramir. I am somewhat defensive of Faramir, there was a fic written by some person that made Faramir a king and he was trying to get rid of all the elves, as if the second son of Denethor would do such a thing (the thought still disturbs me). Denethor just doesn't understand Faramir, simple enough concept. You're right 'okay' isn't a very Tolkien like word, I'll try to avoid that word, unless if my brain decides to take a vacation, which it won't....hopefully.
*Altariel-Thank you, and yes I am 12. My math teacher is evil, but it is one of my best subjects (not to mention my favorite, until my math teacher came in) 'Many Temptations' might come out much later (with school coming up and all) do you think Merry and Pippin would have been tempted?
*Kirixchi- Best sellers list? Hmm. I don't know. Eowyn, I might do *pulls out TTT and ROTK to research Eowyn* Half-Elven prince of Dol Amroth of course I had to put that in there. I think it's said in the book/appendixes that Faramir was naturally more scholar-like.
*Celandine Brandybuck-The Silmarillion and the Appendixes were exactly where I researched the information, I was just afraid that I read a section incorrectly. Checked the Silmarillion and Appendix A and the information is (from what I can tell) accurate. Of Anarion info on him I found in the section of the Silmarillion 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age on pgs.348-355 (I think). Info on Arvedui I found in the Appendix of LOTR pg.1025-1026 and in the Appendix pg.1031 it says 'He [Faramir] was gentle in bearing, and a lover of lore and music.' On pg. 750 of ROTK Beregond says that Faramir is 'wise and learned in the scrolls of lore and song' I would imagine he would know Sindarin and would be able to read it at young. You're right this is a vignette. I think all if not most of my fics will be character exploration. Yes, I finally did figure out how to work the 'edit' option.
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Books and Stars, Swords and Men
Chapter 3-Evenings and Night Time Discussion
After her sons left the room Finduilas looked at her husband. Denethor looked right back at her. "You do know that your first question was directed to both sons, am I correct?" she asked in a slight tone of accusation.
"Of course I knew," Denethor replied noticing the almost accusing look and tone of voice his wife was directing at him.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You know perfectly well of what I speak," Finduilas shot her husband an icy look.
"The boy shows perfectly well that he does not enjoy conversing with me," Denethor replied, temper rising but keeping a cool appearance.
" 'The boy' you refer to has a name I'm sure you know by now," the mother of 'the boy' shot back.
" Very well, 'Faramir' shows perfectly well that he does not enjoy conversing with me," Denethor did not like that his wife was gaining the upper hand, not that he truly minded it was just that the political position and his pride would not allow it.
"Did you ever try conversing with Faramir?"
"Yes, but he shows pretty well he is uncomfortable in conversation with me," Denethor found himself admitting.
"And did you ever wonder why?"
Denethor was now caught in a tight spot, and since his wife clearly knew that judging by the look on her face, he made no comment.
"You are too strict with him, stop trying to judge him, think you that he cannot tell? He is uncomfortable with you because he can tell that you are reading him, so what I am saying is that you have to be softer with him," Finduilas explained, making sure she hit her mark.
"Well then, I am terribly sorry if I do not baby him like a certain mother here," Denethor shot back temper gradually rising.
"Baby him?" Finduilas said with a slowly rising voice, "I do not baby him, I am merely kind to him and look upon him with love as he so rightly deserves as my son and as a child, and apparently someone in this room cannot do as such," she gave an icy glare to her husband.
If it were any other woman than his wife Denethor's temper would have taken control. But it was his wife so Denethor, amazingly, remained calm and answered in an icy tone. "The boy dreams too much."
"Then let him dream, he is still a child," Finduilas answered almost pleadingly, and before the wrath of her temper was let loose she left the room leaving Denethor stunned.
Denethor was not truly happy with his wife, and was reluctant to admit that she proved a point. Faramir was still young, but he did not want Faramir to dream, before he became weak. No, Denethor would leave things just as they were lest either son becomes suspicious. Family was more complicated than politics; definitely, whoever thought differently was terribly wrong.
He rose and left the room to deal with the army's scouts and of the growing darkness of Mordor.
The two boys left the room so they wouldn't be late for Sindarin lessons. Boromir turned his head to Faramir, "so what did you do this evening? I know father asked me, but what about you?"
Faramir raised a small eyebrow, barely discernible; his brother did know that their father's first question had been directed to both of them, didn't he? Their father had asked both of them how their day went but Boromir, the conversationalist he was had occupied their father through the entire meal, of which Faramir admitted he was very grateful. Instead of telling their father how his day went he had told their mother.
"I went to the library, as usual," Faramir decided that his brother did not know and was just being the protective older brother he was always wanted to see him happy.
"The library? Why do you always go there? Would not your time be better spent going outside or watching the soldiers as I do?" Boromir asked his brother.
"I go to the library because I wish to go, and I do not enjoy watching the soldiers practice as much as you do," Faramir answered firmly.
"Hmmm, what did you read then?" Boromir doubted that there was much anything interesting that could be found in the library except for tales of heroes and great battles.
"Creation."
"Creation?" it was Boromir's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Creation," Faramir affirmed as they entered the classroom.
Master Maegil was in the room near the open door and had heard the little conversation between the brothers. He knew that Boromir would not appreciate the library, he was always interested in action. But Faramir loved the library and he enjoyed reading books of about every subject. Maegil was glad that Faramir loved Sindarin, other than making his job easier it gave him a sense that he had done his job correctly. But Boromir was a different story, he did not appreciate Sindarin as his younger brother did, he thought it pointless and useless. No matter what Maegil tried to do Boromir was just not interested. Even if Boromir was not interested Maegil still had to teach him, and teaching him was becoming a problem. Boromir was a nice kid and a good person, Maegil never doubted a minute, but it was just a problem. That was why Maegil decided to do something special today, today's lessons were going to be cut short because he had some business to attend to, instead of the normal books, paper, pen and reciting he was going to use real objects and names to try to get Boromir to memorize the words. Faramir had no trouble at all in memorizing words; the boy could already read the language. But it was probably because Faramir was taught differently, after the problems with Boromir they decided to teach Faramir Sindarin earlier whereas Boromir learned Westron first and then Sindarin when he was two. Even if it had been reversed Maegil knew that still Faramir would have learned Sindarin quickly, the boy showed true talent in learning languages as Boromir showed talent in physical activities. Well, Maegil could not change that fact and he did not wish to, he stood up as the two boys entered the room.
When Faramir and Boromir entered they took their seats and Master Maegil began speaking. "Today's lessons will be cut short due to the fact that something has come up and I must leave early," Maegil watched the two boys to see if they had any expressions, Faramir seemed worried, Boromir predictably looked particularly happy. "And due to shorter lessons we shall be doing something different today, actually it is a type of test, not a real one mind you, I just wanted to see how you two are doing," the boys' expression changed dramatically, Faramir seemed interested and Boromir looked as if all of his hopes and dreams were denied. Maegil tried to hide a smile as he continued, "instead of the usual, today for the first fifteen minutes we will stay in the classroom and the next outside," Boromir now seemed slightly interested at the mention of outside. "While we are in the classroom I will point to an object and one of you will have to say a sentence using the word," Faramir still seemed interested and Boromir was uneasy, "but before that we will be guessing the meanings of names." Now both children were interested, 'perhaps this will work' Maegil gently mused with himself.
As lessons began Maegil had the brothers tell him the meanings of the names of people they knew for many people still used Sindarin for the basis of their names. Maegil tested the boys separately. While testing Boromir Maegil noticed that the child was feeling easier and surer of himself, "tell me the meaning of your name," Maegil began. "Faithful jewel," Boromir answered with plain ease.
"Your brother's."
"Speculative jewel."
Maegil prayed that his plan would work and from what he could tell this was going just as he wanted it so he continued, "tell me my name," Boromir seemed to think a bit and answered. "Piercing star?" Boromir had guessed correctly.
Maegil smiled, "correct." This little drill continued with the names of other members of the court and also with several created names. Maegil tested Faramir and assuredly enough Faramir went through with ease. They continued with classroom objects. Upon going outside Maegil tested the boys on nature using descriptive phrases. Pointing to a tree Maegil tested Faramir, "I want you to describe it to me in a phrase." What came out of the boy's mouth surprised Maegil a bit but he guessed he should have expected it, but he did not think a child of his age could recite poetry within a sentence or phrase. The fifteen minutes continued with Faramir and then Boromir. What Boromir said surprised him too, he did not think that the child would improve so quickly, or maybe the child could do so all along but he was just not interested and it could be that Boromir was just anxious that class be over, but Maegil doubted that. Of course Boromir's answers were not as good as his brother's but it was certainly an improvement. As class ended Maegil was still in shock. 'I will never figure out those two,' he muttered to himself.
When lessons were over Boromir headed straight for the armory where the soldiers were practicing. The armory was divided into several sections, some sections one stories, others two or three stories and one open yard. The open yard was adjoined with the main building and was where the soldiers practiced in good weather. It was enclosed on three sides by stonewalls with several entrances so the soldiers would have at least some privacy while practicing.
Upon reaching the yard Boromir found that Master Arsil was still conversing with the soldier from before and the two did not seem to notice his entering, the two were at the far side of the yard so Boromir could not hear. Knowing that the other soldiers would be coming shortly he climbed the lower part of the wall and sat there waiting.
Arsil was talking with an old friend of his, Falborn, a current Captain of Denethor's armies.
"So Arsil, has anything changed within the city while I was gone?"
"No, what of Ithilien? I heard that the place is deserted now."
"Well, it's almost deserted, except for the families that have been living there for long, the ones that can't afford a move and of course the Ithilien Rangers and scouting groups."
"Why would it be 'almost deserted,' what happened?" Arsil inquired the Captain, curious.
"Mordor, Orodruin or Mount Doom burns, the land is sometimes filled with smoke, the first warnings that darkness is coming, and it is coming soon," Falborn answered sadly.
"The Gardens of Gondor," Arsil sighed, "how very strange that such a beautiful land be placed right next to Mordor, a land of darkness and shadow."
"The Moon Land, and such a fitting name too for it is as if the smoke of Orodruin was a cloud and Ithilien as the Moon," Falborn sighed and continued in a whisper, "and once the cloud covers the Moon all is covered in Darkness, but unlike the cloud and moon the cloud will not leave and the Darkness will rule."
"The cloud may cover the Moon but the Sun will still be, Falborn, it is too early to despair," Arsil knew Falborn was getting to something; Ithilien was not named as it was for that reason.
Falborn looked at Arsil with pain in his eyes, "the Dark Lord has returned, you know of the Last Alliance, a vast army of Elves, Men, Dwarves and other beasts and creatures, but this time there are only Men. What hope do we have?"
"There are still the Elves, they must still love Middle-earth."
"The Elves, if what the old tales say are true the Elves can go to the Undying Lands and depart from these shores forever. They are probably tired and there are so many Men that do not even know that the Elves exist, think you that they will help unbelieving Men, Arsil?"
"No, but we must still have hope," Arsil replied sadly.
"Yes, we must have hope. Hope in the next generation."
"Next generation, you think it will come that soon."
Falborn nodded and looked Arsil in the eye, "there have been more and more orc sightings and more movement within the Dark Land."
"Denethor must be very glad to have such a hopeful Captain," Arsil jested hoping to lighten spirits and to change the subject.
Falborn chuckled noticing his friend's rather lame attempt to change the topic and to lighten his spirits, "well the Steward will not have this 'hopeful' Captain for much longer."
"What?" Arsil asked confused.
"I served the army since I was a young man of fifteen and I have continued serving for over forty years, how much longer do you think I will be able to serve? At most fifteen years, and if I am still an able warrior by then I shall be truly surprised."
"You are right, we must have hope in the next generation."
"What of the young ones," Falborn said noticing Boromir out of the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me?" Arsil looked at his friend not understanding.
Falborn nodded at Boromir's direction. Arsil turned his head slightly then noticing Boromir, "oh, the two sons of Denethor, what of them?"
"There is a chance that the battle with the Dark Land will intensify and grow into war during their time and with their position as Denethor's sons they will most likely be thrown into the midst of the battle as Captains when they grow into manhood."
"You ask of their warrior skills," Arsil sighed as he began, "Boromir is a warrior, from what I can tell at his age. He has all of the qualities required of a fighter, as a Captain, and as a leader."
"And what of Denethor's second son, Faramir?"
"Of Faramir I am not sure."
Falborn raised an eyebrow, "how is that so?"
"The child is a born scholar, both Maegil and Halsel tell me so. Apparently the second son of the Steward has a knack for learning languages and memorizing agonizingly painful books and dates."
"But what do you think?"
"I don't know, the kid has the abilities to become a warrior and a leader but he does not seem interested as Boromir is."
"There are not many scholars that enjoy the art of the sword."
"But that is exactly how Faramir views swordplay, as art," Arsil responded with an exasperated sigh.
"So let me get this straight, the first son, Boromir, is a natural born leader and warrior," Arsil nodded so Falborn continued, "and the second, Faramir, is a natural born scholar am I correct?" Arsil nodded again. "Do you know what will make Faramir pick up a sword?"
"I do not rightly know but I would guess for defense."
"And Boromir?"
"Either offense or defense," Arsil responded not knowing what Falborn was thinking or planning.
"Hmmm, does Faramir have skill with the sword?"
"He has skill, but not true talent like his brother."
"So he can fight."
"Yes."
"Then we need not fear, for if he loves the White City and all it stands for he will defend, he may not be as great a warrior as his brother but he may be great. To win a battle one does not need strength alone, wit and mind are also required." Falborn stood up as he noticed more soldiers entering the yard.
"I already knew that but being reminded does not hurt," Arsil stood up.
"You have been off the field for too long my friend, and now I must go give the honorable Steward my report. Good day."
Boromir watched Arsil and the unknown soldier talking for a while and then he noticed that soldiers were entering the yard. He watched as the soldiers got ready for practice.
While Boromir had headed for the armory Faramir went back to his room. He had wanted to reread some of his old books and maybe ask his mother if she had any books that he could read. Entering his room Faramir retrieved a book of Elven tales and heroes. Sitting on the windowsill he began reading.
Boromir watched the soldiers until it was an hour till the evening meal. Climbing down from the wall Boromir headed for the family's sitting room. He saw that the only one there before him was his mother. She was sitting in her seemingly favorite chair reading a letter.
Finduilas sighed as she finished reading the letter her brother had written her. Her brother had a tendency to write very long personal letters and reasonable political letters, of which her father was thankful. What would the impatient lords do if they received a very long letter from Imrahil speaking of politics, nothing pretty she deemed. Noticing Boromir she smiled, "I was just reading a letter from your uncle Imrahil, apparently he is coming for a visit shortly." She watched as Boromir nodded his head. Her children loved Imrahil, he would tease and play games with them every time he visited his sister and brother-in-law.
After a while Faramir entered the sitting room and as usual headed for the shelf where several of his books were kept. Picking up a small book of Elven poetry Faramir went to a spot on the ground where the light from the window touched, providing sufficient enough light for reading.
Boromir picked up his wooden practice sword and moved to the other side of the room so he wouldn't be too close to his mother or younger brother.
When Faramir finished his book he placed it back on the shelf and seated himself so he could watch his brother practice. Watching his brother he did not notice his mother walk over to him. Finduilas seated herself next to her younger son, "you're uncle Imrahil wrote a letter to me."
Faramir turned to his mother, "and what did he say?"
"He'll be coming for a visit within a month."
Faramir smiled, "oh."
"Can you tell me a story?"
Finduilas was surprised at her son's request, "sure, what story do you wish to hear?"
"About the Elven King Gil-Galad."
Finduilas wondered why Faramir would want to hear that tale but knew better than to ask, "come, and sit closer."
Faramir sat closer to his mother and looked up at her.
Finduilas thought for a moment,
"Gil-Galad was an Elven King. Of him the harpers sadly sing: The last whose realm was fair and free Between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen, His shining helm afar was seen; The countless stars of heaven's field Were mirrored in his silver shield."*
While Finduilas continued Denethor entered the room. He saw Boromir practicing and Faramir listening to his mother tell of 'The Fall of Gil- Galad' in Sindarin. He seated himself and waited until the evening meal would be served.
The bells of Minas Tirith rang signifying time for the evening meal. Entering the Dining Hall the family stood behind their chairs and looked west. Then seating themselves they began eating. "So Boromir what did you do today?" Finduilas inquired of her son.
"I watched the soldiers practice, Master Arsil was talking to a soldier today."
"Well he is the Arms Master, it is not unusual for him to talk to a soldier."
"Of course, but this soldier does not seem to be of the Tower Guard or any of the soldiers within the citadel."
"Oh, how so?" Denethor asked as he decided to enter the conversation.
"Well," Boromir began, "instead of the sliver and sable of the Tower Guard he was dressed in greens and browns, but I could still tell that he was a soldier."
"You probably saw Captain Falborn, of the Ithilien Rangers," Denethor answered.
"The Ithilien Rangers?" Boromir asked, he had heard of these Rangers but he did not know what they truly did in the army.
"Yes," Finduilas decided to explain, "The Rangers are a large scouting party, they tell your father if there is any movement on our eastern borders and they help defend Ithilien."
"Oh, so what of their Captain?" Boromir did not really see any significance in the Ithilien Rangers.
"They must have a wise and skilled Captain, for the Rangers travel in secrecy to find information and must be able to hide from enemies," Denethor answered.
"Oh," Boromir still did not see their true significance, why would soldiers hide from enemies, couldn't they attack openly?
Denethor had watched Faramir while Finduilas, Boromir and himself had talked, he seemed to be listening but he still avoided joining in. Deciding to let his wife handle Faramir Denethor turned to Boromir, who was now talking about the soldiers, as always. 'Why did Faramir have to be so complicated?' Denethor asked himself. Why could he read Boromir easily but not Faramir?
Finduilas noticed that Faramir did not join in the family's small discussion about the Ithilien Rangers. Noting that Denethor was obviously not going to converse with Faramir Finduilas turned to Faramir. 'Why couldn't her husband and second son get along?' she asked herself. "So Faramir, what did you do in Sindarin lessons?" she knew her second son loved the Elven language just as she did.
"Master Maegil had to attend to some business today and lessons were cut short so he did something different today. He gave some type of test, to see how we were doing. First he tested us on the meanings of names, then he wanted us to make up sentences using objects in the classroom, and after that we went outside, he wanted us to describe nature using a sentence or phrase," Faramir seemed to think for a while. "Boromir seemed easier today during lessons though, which is good."
Finduilas smiled as her son told her that Boromir seemed easier with lessons. He never seemed interested in the language and was always uneasy when he had to speak, write or read it. "That is good, did you go to the library this afternoon?"
"No, I didn't go to the library today," Finduilas raised her eyebrows at this. "Then where did you go?" she doubted Faramir would go with his brother to watch the soldiers and she did not know where else he would go.
"I went back to my room to reread some of my books."
Finduilas nodded, "oh," that was pretty normal of Faramir, she was a bit worried when he said he did not go to the library.
Meanwhile Denethor was still listening to Boromir talk about the soldiers.
Finished with the meal the family left the table to do whatever they had to do before bed. Denethor left to finish looking over some papers, Finduilas went to get ready for bed and to tell her children their bedtime stories, Boromir decided to finish some of his assignments and Faramir went to the windowsill to gaze at the stars since all of his work was done.
Gazing at the stars Faramir noticed that Earendil was particularly bright that night. He loved looking at the stars, probably as much as Boromir enjoyed watching the soldiers practice; he also loved books as much as his brother loved listening to tales of heroic Men. Faramir loved the night sky, he understood why the High Elven Kings used the night sky for their symbols, for it truly was heaven's field with it's midnight blue background with the stars, providing a light in darkness and guidance for the lost traveler.
Boromir was writing facts about Earnur, the Last King of Gondor before the ruling Stewards. Boromir thought Earnur a great man, but he also thought this man somewhat weak. Earnur had not listened to Mardil, his Steward, for long the King of Minas Morgul challenged him to single combat and taunted him. After seven years the challenge was repeated taunting within him the heart of his youth that he had become weak of old age. Earnur had rode out with several riders to meet the King of Minas Morgul's challenge and there he fell. Since there were no witnesses of the Earnur's death, Mardil ruled Gondor in his name.
Even though Boromir thought the Last King of Gondor weak to some extent, he did not think him wrong in some way. Earnur was challenged and if he did not accept that challenge it would have made the King think himself weak, but even though he was challenged Earnur was charged with the duty of ruling Gondor, and his country and people had to come first, but his pride made Earnur accept the challenge. Many say that the King and his companions were tortured within Minas Morgul, a horrible fate.
Entering Faramir's room Finduilas found her son sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for his mother. Sitting on the side of the bed Finduilas asked, "What story would you like to hear tonight?"
"Can you tell me the tale of Earendil?" Faramir answered quickly, apparently he was thinking about which story he would like to hear before his mother entered.
"Sure," Finduilas wondered why her son would want to hear the story of the Evenstar of Men and Elves, "why do want to hear that story?"
"Earendil is bright tonight," Faramir answered looking out of the window.
Finduilas turned her gaze to the window too, hugging Faramir close to her she asked, "Westron or Sindarin?"
"Both."
"Earendil was a mariner,.........
Finishing the story when Faramir was slowly falling to sleep she tucked him in, kissed his brow and left the room. Entering Boromir's room she found him sitting on his bed waiting impatiently. Sitting at the side of his bed she smiled, "you want me to continue the tale of Turin?"
Boromir nodded vigorously in response.
"Now where were we?...."
Tucking Boromir in when he was drifting in and out of sleep she headed for the room she and Denethor shared. Finding Denethor gazing out of a window she went to stand next to him.
"Why east?" Finduilas asked as she noticed that her husband's gaze was looking in the direction of Dark Land.
"It grows, the shadow," was the monotonous reply.
"It troubles you," Finduilas looked at her husband.
Denethor made no comment.
"And you worry for Gondor," she continued.
Denethor nodded, "war is approaching."
Finduilas paused for a moment before continuing, "Do you recall the little conversation we had this afternoon?"
Denethor gave a slight nod and knowing her husband she knew that he did not wish to discuss it, but she continued, "Why can't you and Faramir get along?"
"I do not wish to discuss this."
"But I wish to discuss this matter."
Denethor looked long and hard at his wife but Finduilas would not give in.
"What don't you like about Faramir? I know you get along with Boromir but why not Faramir?"
"What story did he ask you to tell him this night? I heard you telling him of 'The Fall of Gil-Galad.'"
"He asked for the tale of Earendil tonight and he asked me to tell him of the High-Elven King," Finduilas answered not knowing exactly what her husband was pointing to. Abandoning true reason she decided to take on a firmer approach, "Denethor, tell me why you and Faramir cannot get along, and I want a straight answer."
Denethor stared at his wife, since when did she decide to become straightforward. "I told you this afternoon if you recall."
"You think he dreams too much," Finduilas stared back at her husband. Knowing she was right she asked even though she knew the answer, "do you love him?"
A moment passed and Finduilas was positive that the answer was 'yes' but her husband wouldn't say that out loud. Sighing she turned her gaze to look out of the window.
"The war," Finduilas turned quickly to look at her husband as he continued, "it is coming soon, and our sons will most likely be thrown into its midst."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Faramir is not a born warrior, you and I both know that, but he does have the skills. Dreaming will not get him anywhere, when he grows he must focus on what is around him."
Finduilas made no comment, she still had no idea as to what 'dreaming' had to with anything.
"Stars, tales, stories, legend and myth will not help him. Being born into the line of the Ruling Stewards Faramir will have to serve in the army someday and will be a captain of Gondor's armies. Where will dreaming get him?"
"You say Faramir dreams, yet Boromir dreams too. What is the difference between them? Dreams are dreams and they both dream."
"Like I said Faramir dreams of stars and tales and myth, but Boromir dreams of becoming a great warrior aside from dreaming of tales of battles and honorary men. There is a difference between their dreams, one dreams of imagination and one dreams of what is in being. War and Men are reality."
Finduilas placed a hand on her husband's arm and turned so she could look at him directly, "it is normal for children to dream, they only have this short period of time as children and children need dreams. Those two boys are both children and they are our sons, they both dream and they both have hopes, one dreams of heroes and the other of stars, one loves the sword and one loves books." Finduilas looked at Denethor straight in the eye, "you love them both and yet you show it more clearly in one than in the other, I know you have trouble conversing with Faramir, but please try."
After a long pause, hesitantly, Denethor reached to take his wife's hand, looking out of the window together Finduilas put her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes said, "we have two sons; one of Books and Stars.," "The other of Swords and Men."
THE END
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*I'm assuming that 'The Fall of Gil-Galad' would be in Sindarin because in LOTR it says that Bilbo translated the tale into Westron, so the people of Gondor would've known the original Sindarin version. Unless if they translated themselves, which could work. 'The Fall of Gil-Galad' was found in 'The Fellowship of the Ring' on pg.181 as said by Samwise Gamgee translated by Bilbo Baggins.
*Falborn was the original name of Faramir. Tolkien came up with the name Falborn before he decided to use the name Faramir instead. Probably because the name sounded closer to Boromir, I don't know. But instead of completely throwing away Falborn Tolkien made Anborn. So Falborn was the 'previous captain of the Ithilien Rangers' so in other words I couldn't think of any other name.
*Info on Earnur found in Appendix A in ROTK.
A/N: I'm done. Hope it was an enjoyable read. I put in the small conversation of Falborn and Arsil to Show their opinions of Boromir and Faramir Show what was occurring in that time
School is coming up, which can be a bad thing because with normal school my parents put me in an after school and I get home at six pm, which is evil. Oh well, any suggestions for future fics? I need ideas. Some parts of the fic were written very late at night, so sorry if there were any awkward parts. I don't understand Denethor and Finduilas *gets kicked by Middle- earth boot * and I still think that Denethor loved her (heck she dies and he goes kind of crazy, you would think)
Review please, constructive criticism as always is welcome.