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::cries:: Syracuse LOST...
Thanks to my beta, Persnickety, Katelin-Dear, and Bobbi.
Xena- What can I say? Thank you! I made Gandalf very much like movie Gandalf. I figured that, despite all his yelling, he adored Pippin very much...just the look on his face when he saw Pippin right after he touched the palantir...he just looked so worried. Gandalf did have a thing for Tooks after all.
lotr-and-potc-rule- glad you like it! Hope you like Faramir!
Shadowed Flames- Awww. Well, don't worry about almost crying. I almost cried writing it. Just wait til my next one. I had people sobbing so much they got dehydrated (or so they said)
LOTR Board Comments
I like this one! These have all been just delightful!-Primula (thank you! Prim...our lovely mod who puts up with all us and puts 'em in the scrapbook for us!)
Very nice! I like it very much:) :)-Silivren Ithildin (thank you!)
Really lovely-the bit where Faramir 'chuckled and ruffled the hobbit's hair' reminded me of that scene on the mountain in FOTR when Boromir ruffles Frodo's hair after returning the ring to him. You have captured them so well. I wish I could write...Thanks very much for this- FanOfFaramir (Aww. I'm sure you can write! I didn't think I could either. Thank you)
A very good chapter!!:)-Silivren Ithildin (thank you!)
You've done well. Not a bad job of portraying Faramir without having seen the books! I love having more of Boromir, too, even though he's present only in memory (and whispering in dreams!) Your other chapters are marvelous, too; don't think I'm just reading the Boromir ones, LOL! Good work, looking forward to Aragorn-Liaewen (I'm glad you think I did alright w/ Faramir. And no, I didn't think you were only reading the Boromir ones, lol. Thank you!)
:In best Frodo voice: This is wonderful!-Peregrine (LOL, thank you!)
Excellent-suzie sheelf (thank you!)
This is a good series:)-elenna (thank you!)
I've never read the books so I hope I portrayed Faramir correctly. This is based on him in the movies.
Chapter 8: Faramir
"Go to our Little One, Faramir. Talk to him," a soft voice whispered inside Faramir's mind.
Faramir sat up with a shot. "I must've fallen asleep," he muttered as he glanced around the throne room. He was sitting in the throne of Gondor. It used to be his father's and would've have been his brother's, but now it was to be the King's.
In a way, Faramir was quite happy with that. He didn't want the pressure of ruling. He was content to lead the army of Gondor.
His thoughts traveled back to the voice. It sounded like his brother's voice, but I couldn't be. Boromir was dead. And who was "our Little One." Faramir quickly put the pieces together. "Pippin," he said to himself.
From what he had heard from Aragorn, Legolas, and even Pippin himself, his brother had gotten exceptionally close to the young hobbit.
"Something must be wrong." He got up quickly and headed out doors of the throne room and into the courtyard. By the white tree, he saw the wizard and, in front of Gandalf, Pippin. Faramir watched as Gandalf hugged Pippin and whispered something in his ear before leaving. He continued to watch as the hobbit leaned against the tree and as he became lost in his thoughts.
Faramir walked softly over to his savior. Smiling down at him, he said, "Hello, Pippin."
Pippin sat up with a jolt. "What is it with people scaring me today?"
Faramir's face fell. "I'm sorry, friend. I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's alright, Faramir. I've just been jumpy lately." He patted the ground next to him. "Join me if you like."
"I think I shall take you up on that offer." He leaned against the tree. "I can't thank you and Sam enough for the garden you created for us."
"It was the fulfilment of a promise Sam made to Boromir. Sam's a hobbit of his word."
"Yes, he is." Faramir looked at Pippin. His mind seemed far away. "Is something troubling you, Little One?"
Pippin shot a look up at him. "You sounded like Boromir just then."
"Did I?"
"Yes, he used to call me his Little One."
"Was he the only one who called you that?"
"At first, yes. Legolas and Aragorn call me that sometimes, but it seemed, I don't know, different coming from your brother. It seemed more out of love. Not that Legolas or Aragorn say it to be mean, mind you."
Faramir smiled at him. "I can see how much you loved him, Pippin."
"He was great man who shouldn't have died. I can't tell you how sorry I am, Faramir."
"Pippin, he died fighting didn't he? He died protecting someone he loved. That's how he wanted to die. How many times have I told this?"
"I don't know. I don't think it matters how many times you or your brother say it. I'll still always feel guilty."
"Pippin, you shouldn't..." Faramir stopped suddenly and took in Pippin's words. "My brother said what?"
"I...I had a dream last night. Boromir came to me. He tried to comfort me."
Faramir smiled down at Pippin. "Yes, I can see him doing that."
"He told me he considered Merry and me his brothers. And that one day, we'd stand together as brothers." Pippin looked up at Faramir. "The four of us." He looked back down at the ground. "You remind me very much of him. He loved you and spoke of you often. He worried, about leaving you here with your father. I do miss him."
"As do I. Tell me, what else did he tell you in this dream of yours?"
"He spoke of why he protected me, how he would've done it for anyone in fellowship and not just us hobbits, how we were as dear to him as you were, and how we were not just friends, but brothers."
"Sounds as though you made as much of an impression on him as you have on the rest of us."
Pippin looked out over the courtyard. "He made quite an impression on us. We didn't know any men and all we'd heard of them was bad. You, Boromir, Eomer, Theoden, and Aragorn have changed my opinion. We were always told to be on the look out for men. I know now that was just ignorance."
Faramir placed his arm around Pippin and pulled the small hobbit up next to him. "Perhaps it is. But there are some men you must look out for, Pippin. I daresay, though, after all you've been through, you'll know who's an enemy and who's a brother in arms."
"I wish your brother could've lived to see this."
"As do I, Little One, but if he's visiting our dreams, I'm going to say that he knows all about it and is quite proud of you."
"He's proud of you, too, I'll wager." Pippin placed his head onto Faramir's side. "You're father released me from his service. Are you going to stick with that order?"
"Not hardly. We did knight you and I'm sure Aragorn will want to keep you around. I'd love to keep you here with us, but I'm sure you miss your real family and your home."
"I'd like to stay here, too, but I do miss home and my family. However, even though we aren't related by blood, I do consider you family, Faramir. It's an honor to be under your command."
Faramir pulled Pippin into a hug. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss the hobbit's curly head.
"We really are family then."
Faramir pulled away from the embrace, missing the warmth the hobbit gave him. "Why do you say that?"
"Only family kisses my head."
Faramir chuckled and ruffled the hobbit's hair. "Come now, we'd best get going. What would the king say to two of his men sitting under a tree?"
"Aragorn? He'd probably grabbed me up and say 'On your feet, little hobbit,'" Pippin said, in his best imitation of the Ranger's voice.
"Yes, I can see that," Faramir said with a chuckle. He stood up. "Come on, Little One, we need to get going." He pulled Pippin to his feet.
Soon the two were off in search of their King. Indeed, they were more than comrades in the arms. They were brothers.
Finally, Aragorn. See you next Friday and just a note, I'll be posting my newest story shortly, Brothers In All But Blood. Should be up Saturday.
::cries:: Syracuse LOST...
Thanks to my beta, Persnickety, Katelin-Dear, and Bobbi.
Xena- What can I say? Thank you! I made Gandalf very much like movie Gandalf. I figured that, despite all his yelling, he adored Pippin very much...just the look on his face when he saw Pippin right after he touched the palantir...he just looked so worried. Gandalf did have a thing for Tooks after all.
lotr-and-potc-rule- glad you like it! Hope you like Faramir!
Shadowed Flames- Awww. Well, don't worry about almost crying. I almost cried writing it. Just wait til my next one. I had people sobbing so much they got dehydrated (or so they said)
LOTR Board Comments
I like this one! These have all been just delightful!-Primula (thank you! Prim...our lovely mod who puts up with all us and puts 'em in the scrapbook for us!)
Very nice! I like it very much:) :)-Silivren Ithildin (thank you!)
Really lovely-the bit where Faramir 'chuckled and ruffled the hobbit's hair' reminded me of that scene on the mountain in FOTR when Boromir ruffles Frodo's hair after returning the ring to him. You have captured them so well. I wish I could write...Thanks very much for this- FanOfFaramir (Aww. I'm sure you can write! I didn't think I could either. Thank you)
A very good chapter!!:)-Silivren Ithildin (thank you!)
You've done well. Not a bad job of portraying Faramir without having seen the books! I love having more of Boromir, too, even though he's present only in memory (and whispering in dreams!) Your other chapters are marvelous, too; don't think I'm just reading the Boromir ones, LOL! Good work, looking forward to Aragorn-Liaewen (I'm glad you think I did alright w/ Faramir. And no, I didn't think you were only reading the Boromir ones, lol. Thank you!)
:In best Frodo voice: This is wonderful!-Peregrine (LOL, thank you!)
Excellent-suzie sheelf (thank you!)
This is a good series:)-elenna (thank you!)
I've never read the books so I hope I portrayed Faramir correctly. This is based on him in the movies.
Chapter 8: Faramir
"Go to our Little One, Faramir. Talk to him," a soft voice whispered inside Faramir's mind.
Faramir sat up with a shot. "I must've fallen asleep," he muttered as he glanced around the throne room. He was sitting in the throne of Gondor. It used to be his father's and would've have been his brother's, but now it was to be the King's.
In a way, Faramir was quite happy with that. He didn't want the pressure of ruling. He was content to lead the army of Gondor.
His thoughts traveled back to the voice. It sounded like his brother's voice, but I couldn't be. Boromir was dead. And who was "our Little One." Faramir quickly put the pieces together. "Pippin," he said to himself.
From what he had heard from Aragorn, Legolas, and even Pippin himself, his brother had gotten exceptionally close to the young hobbit.
"Something must be wrong." He got up quickly and headed out doors of the throne room and into the courtyard. By the white tree, he saw the wizard and, in front of Gandalf, Pippin. Faramir watched as Gandalf hugged Pippin and whispered something in his ear before leaving. He continued to watch as the hobbit leaned against the tree and as he became lost in his thoughts.
Faramir walked softly over to his savior. Smiling down at him, he said, "Hello, Pippin."
Pippin sat up with a jolt. "What is it with people scaring me today?"
Faramir's face fell. "I'm sorry, friend. I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's alright, Faramir. I've just been jumpy lately." He patted the ground next to him. "Join me if you like."
"I think I shall take you up on that offer." He leaned against the tree. "I can't thank you and Sam enough for the garden you created for us."
"It was the fulfilment of a promise Sam made to Boromir. Sam's a hobbit of his word."
"Yes, he is." Faramir looked at Pippin. His mind seemed far away. "Is something troubling you, Little One?"
Pippin shot a look up at him. "You sounded like Boromir just then."
"Did I?"
"Yes, he used to call me his Little One."
"Was he the only one who called you that?"
"At first, yes. Legolas and Aragorn call me that sometimes, but it seemed, I don't know, different coming from your brother. It seemed more out of love. Not that Legolas or Aragorn say it to be mean, mind you."
Faramir smiled at him. "I can see how much you loved him, Pippin."
"He was great man who shouldn't have died. I can't tell you how sorry I am, Faramir."
"Pippin, he died fighting didn't he? He died protecting someone he loved. That's how he wanted to die. How many times have I told this?"
"I don't know. I don't think it matters how many times you or your brother say it. I'll still always feel guilty."
"Pippin, you shouldn't..." Faramir stopped suddenly and took in Pippin's words. "My brother said what?"
"I...I had a dream last night. Boromir came to me. He tried to comfort me."
Faramir smiled down at Pippin. "Yes, I can see him doing that."
"He told me he considered Merry and me his brothers. And that one day, we'd stand together as brothers." Pippin looked up at Faramir. "The four of us." He looked back down at the ground. "You remind me very much of him. He loved you and spoke of you often. He worried, about leaving you here with your father. I do miss him."
"As do I. Tell me, what else did he tell you in this dream of yours?"
"He spoke of why he protected me, how he would've done it for anyone in fellowship and not just us hobbits, how we were as dear to him as you were, and how we were not just friends, but brothers."
"Sounds as though you made as much of an impression on him as you have on the rest of us."
Pippin looked out over the courtyard. "He made quite an impression on us. We didn't know any men and all we'd heard of them was bad. You, Boromir, Eomer, Theoden, and Aragorn have changed my opinion. We were always told to be on the look out for men. I know now that was just ignorance."
Faramir placed his arm around Pippin and pulled the small hobbit up next to him. "Perhaps it is. But there are some men you must look out for, Pippin. I daresay, though, after all you've been through, you'll know who's an enemy and who's a brother in arms."
"I wish your brother could've lived to see this."
"As do I, Little One, but if he's visiting our dreams, I'm going to say that he knows all about it and is quite proud of you."
"He's proud of you, too, I'll wager." Pippin placed his head onto Faramir's side. "You're father released me from his service. Are you going to stick with that order?"
"Not hardly. We did knight you and I'm sure Aragorn will want to keep you around. I'd love to keep you here with us, but I'm sure you miss your real family and your home."
"I'd like to stay here, too, but I do miss home and my family. However, even though we aren't related by blood, I do consider you family, Faramir. It's an honor to be under your command."
Faramir pulled Pippin into a hug. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss the hobbit's curly head.
"We really are family then."
Faramir pulled away from the embrace, missing the warmth the hobbit gave him. "Why do you say that?"
"Only family kisses my head."
Faramir chuckled and ruffled the hobbit's hair. "Come now, we'd best get going. What would the king say to two of his men sitting under a tree?"
"Aragorn? He'd probably grabbed me up and say 'On your feet, little hobbit,'" Pippin said, in his best imitation of the Ranger's voice.
"Yes, I can see that," Faramir said with a chuckle. He stood up. "Come on, Little One, we need to get going." He pulled Pippin to his feet.
Soon the two were off in search of their King. Indeed, they were more than comrades in the arms. They were brothers.
Finally, Aragorn. See you next Friday and just a note, I'll be posting my newest story shortly, Brothers In All But Blood. Should be up Saturday.