Title: Visions and Dreams Part I -- by Robin Geller

Summary: (takes place during The Return of the King.) Faramir lies ill in Gondor. His delirium causes him to have strange visions. Some are truly happening. Some will happen. Some have no category.

Rated: PG-PG13 for graphic imagery Characters: Faramir Distribution: Anyone who asks politely or has my permission otherwise Disclaimer: All characters/places.etc are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and his family.

Days pass. I am delirious. I see many visions. Many dreams.
In one, an elderly man who quite resembles my father argues with another man, far older, wearing white robes and carrying a white staff. His garments and his very essence glow so that it stings my unseeing eyes. Both men are very angry. I cannot hear or understand what they say, but I hear my name and the name of Boromir many times.
In another dream or vision, I am well. Standing proud in the presence of my father. NExt to me is a Halfling. I recognize him. "Lord Denethor!" I say triumphantly, "I bring you a great gift that will change the odds of Gondor and all men."
Then the scene fades into another vision. The white city, the tower, all in flames. And on the very top level, in a small tower, a white light shines down towards the orange and red flickering. Then, Denethor, Lord of Minas Tirith, Steward of Gondor steps to the window of the tower. His eyes are pupil-less and vacant. His mouth in an evil, insane grin. "Father!" I cry, and I must have cried it outside of my dream as well. The madman's crazed eyes meet mine and he says quietly, "You are not my son, Boromir was my only son."
Then I am falling. Falling for and eternity. Scrabbling wildly for something to hold on to. Then the flames, flames ruining Gondor. They are on me now. The pain! The agonizing fire! I wake from my dream and the flames are all around me. Sweat trickles into my eyes. Maybe I am in another dream for if I am not mistaken; I am in the Hall of the Dead. Flames, fire. I try to cry out, "I am not dead! I am quite alive!" but my throat is too dry. Maybe I will die. It won't hurt anymore. Just as I sink back into my dreams, the door bursts open and good, white, light pours in. I see the outline of a knight, dressed in the garb of Gondor, then blackout.

Stay tuned for Part II