I apologize for the shortness of this chapter…its just a little dream sequence, but nevertheless it is very important to the plot! The A/F slash will probably start in the next chapter…which hopefully will be up by tomorrow! Enjoy!

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Faramir rubbed his eyes which were heavy with sleep, briefly wondering why the floor underneath him was so cold. He sat up, but almost fell back down when he saw the gleaming white walls and the marble floors.

Where am I? he wondered, though subconsciously he really knew.

Following instinct more than anything else, he walked down the deserted hallway until he came to a large door that he didn't need to open. It just disappeared, so he walked inside.

Heavy red curtains were drawn across the windows, making the air feel heavy from the heat of the fire. A sickly smell seemed to envelop everything and Faramir tried not to make a face.

A low mysterious voice drew his attention from his surroundings.

"Ah if you only knew the consequences of your actions, young Steward."

The voice belonged to a figure that was seated upon the large chair in the middle of the chamber. Upon his lap was a black glass ball, and he was staring intently at it.

"If only you knew…" he murmured.

The color seemed to drain away from the room, and Faramir blinked a few times, trying to register what had happened and where he was now.

He was standing in the middle of a forest, except everything was gray and lifeless. Gently he took a leaf into his hand, and it crumbled at the slightest touch.

All of a sudden two figures materialized in front of him, one familiar and one not.

"Estel!" he cried, but Estel didn't seem to notice him. One of his arms was linked with the other figure's, who had long raven hair.

"Estel wait!" yelled Faramir, as the two started to walk away, and he grabbed the arm of the black hair creature, and she turned to look at him.

Faramir screamed in terror, as he gazed into a pair of lidless red eyes, and an evil mutilated face. She hissed at him, blood running in rivulets down her chin.

"Estel!" he cried out again as he felt the sensation of falling….falling….

He landed with a thud next to something arm. He briefly opened his eyes but then closed them again.

Dear god no… he pleaded silently but he could not change fate.

Boromir lay dead next to him, three arrows protruding from his chest.

"No!" Faramir screamed, cradling his brother's corpse, blood staining his hands. "No!"

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Faramir sat up in terror, beads of sweat pouring down his face. Estel groaned in his sleep and rolled over, his arm unwrapping from its position around Faramir's waist. Uneven shallow breath filled the cave, but still Estel did not wake.

Silently Farmir stood up, trying to stop the dream from replaying over and over in his head.

It's just a dream…just a dream, he told himself, but still visions of Boromir's lifeless body filled his whole being, leaving no room for anything else, including the fact that he had woken up in Estel's arms.

It's just a dream he told himself again, but this time he was less convinced.

Or maybe it was because something else was nagging at the back of his brain. A voice that he had heard not so long ago.

"But is it just a dream young Steward?"