This is a short chapter. I probably should have put it on the last one, but anyway, here it is.

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            As soon as Aragorn dismissed him, Prince Imrahil nearly ran back to his nephew's room. Faramir had fallen asleep again and Imrahil did not have the heart to wake him. He sent Beregond and the guard's son away, promising to keep an eye on the new Steward. The Prince frowned when he realized that he would have to tell Faramir about Denethor's death. Before leaving his company, Mithrandir had told him that it would be ill advised to tell Faramir of the Captain's own part, for fear of the guilt that would take hold of him. Imrahil agreed. He did not want Faramir to go through what he had last time Denethor had tried to kill him.

            Imrahil was pulled out of his thoughts when Faramir's eyes fluttered open. The Steward smiled. "Hello Uncle, how are you?"

            The Prince could see Faramir's weariness. "I am fine. You need to go back to sleep for you are weary."

            Always stubborn, Faramir shook his head slightly. "I will sleep when I know who is in charge of the City. Has the King claimed his crown, or are you in charge while I am ill? I would guess on the later, for I do not think Aragorn wants the crown yet." That shocked Imrahil for Faramir had no reason to believe that his father wasn't still Steward.

            "Why do you not think your father is in charge?"

            Faramir's eyes were half closed. He was so tired that he didn't even notice what he was saying. "Did no one tell you of his death? No, they would have."

            Imrahil's eyes widened in surprise, then anger. "Did that guard tell you?"

            "No, I saw it. There was fire, so much fire. Father wanted both of us to burn. But only Father died." The Prince grabbed his nephew's hand, concerned, but Faramir just stifled a yawn. "I think I will take your advice. I am tired." With that, Faramir drifted off into blissful slumber.

            When Faramir awoke again, Imrahil was gone and Mithrandir was sitting by his bed. "Good morning Faramir, Steward of Gondor. You have slept long, though not as long as I hoped. You still need to recover your strength."

            "I have slept for too long, I fear, my friend. As Steward, I should be assisting the King, not lying in bed."

            "You will begin your duties as Steward soon enough." Mithrandir paused before continuing. "Though, I am interested in knowing how you learnt of your Father's death before anyone told you."

            Faramir hesitated before reluctantly telling the wizard of what he had seen. However, he did leave out his own thoughts and what had happened when he had slipped back into his nightmares. //I do not wish to talk about it. Mithrandir may be my friend, but I am not ready to speak of it yet, no matter what Boromir said about letting others help. I can handle this on my own.//

            Mithrandir, of course, knew that something else had happened, but did not mention it. //Time will tell now if Faramir will truly heal. No longer does he have the chance to confront Denethor. Now, he can only confront his past.//

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I want to see the Healing Houses! I can't wait until EE ROTK.