Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine except "Nenlom, Calmacil, and all the rest".
EPILOGUE
"Is everything all right?"
I raised myself on my elbow and looked at Mithrandir from my position on my side. Everything was coming back to me now. I remembered getting shot during the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, then lying in the Houses of Healing until Aragorn- the king of Gondor- could heal me. While there, I had been in a feverish state in which I dreamed in depth about events thirteen years previous.
I could also vaguely remember the Silent Street where my father had committed suicide in his insanity, a fell state of mind caused by his constant use of the palantir, in my opinion. And while in that mausoleum, he had tried to kill me along with him. But I did not die, though he successfully killed himself. He was the last of my kin, I realized at that moment. Boromir had just died a recent death at the hands of Saruman's Uruk-Hai, as I was told by Peregrin Took. Remembering my brother, I felt a great pain in my chest like a lead weight. Seeing my expression, Mithrandir pressed,
"Faramir?"
"I'm fine, thank you." It didn't seem to convince him. "I was just... remembering the last adventure we had." I smiled vaguely. "You remember Nenlom, Calmacil, and all the rest."
"I remember them. You know," he laughed, "I still think now and then about how you knew the name 'Gandalf'. Will you tell me now that it's all history over a decade old?"
Did I really ask him that? But I knew from the dreams, the dreams of that I had really experienced no more than days ago. "To tell you the truth, I'm still not quite ready to talk about that yet. There are still some things that I must sort out."
He looked at me sternly. "Speaking of 'not quite ready to talk', now you're making me get off the subject. None of that's not what I came in to check on you for. I heard you moaning in here."
"That was nothing," I sighed. "It was no more than a dream."
