Epilogue
Faramir's hand clasped Helena's. Both standing in the window of his rooms and just staring out at the courtyard. Puberty had been kind on the boy, now a handsome lad of nearly 16, not nearly as fragile as most had thought he to be.
"Will he be back?" It
was her voice that came first, Faramir couldn't speak as he just
stared down at the filling area below them. His brother amongst their
ranks. His brother setting out to war.
"Yes" The word was all
too firm. "He will be"
Let this be a nightmare