"If you come to me for an answer to this dream I cannot help you." Denethor said after a moment of quiet while he deliberated. "But I can tell you this, Imladris is of old the name among the elves of a far northern dale. It is where Elrond the Halfelven, greatest of all lore-masters, dwells. But it is said that the might of Elrond is in wisdom not in weapons."
"Then there is naught to do but to find this place, Imladris and perhaps the help that is needed." Faramir said as he stood up, clearly eager to take this task upon himself. Boromir stood up also and faced his brother.
"The way is full of doubt and danger, I shall go and find Imladris and Elrond." He said, "It would be best if I go - you will take my place here as the captain-general."
"Father, by your leave I will journey to Imladris and seek counsel." Boromir asked as he then turned to face Denethor. The old man thought long and hard, before reluctantly speaking again.
"Very well Boromir, if you wish to make this long, perilous and perhaps fruitless journey," He paused before speaking again. "You have my leave and Faramir shall take your place."
Boromir thanked Denethor as he and Faramir left. Outside his brother turned to face him.
"Why is it that you must journey far away and leave me here?" Boromir placed his hand on Faramir's shoulder and looked him straight in the eye.
"The road is long and will be full of perils, I take this journey upon myself as I do not want anyone else to suffer if it is indeed fruitless."
Faramir looked away from Boromir and out into the city, a moment later he turned back.
"Very well, though I wished to take this errand I know that you will do as well as I had hoped to do." He turned from him and began to walk away. After taking a few steps he halted and faced his brother again.
"And what about Eswen? Are you prepared to leave her to perhaps not return if the journey turns ill?"