A/N: Obviously, I don't own anything here... Anyway, thank you SO much to everyone who reviewed, hope you like the next bit in this brain child of mine!
This is wrong I told myself, wringing my hands. This is an invasion of privacy and is wicked. You should not do it! But although I said this to myself every time I did it, and truly believed it, it never stopped me. I leaned my head against the cold stone wall, and dared not look out the window above me for fear of being seen. My breath was coming out in ragged pants, and my heart was racing. Well, if you insist on being here, you might as well do it I reasoned. It was true. Why risk getting caught for not doing what I was here for? Not that I'd get caught. No one comes here at this time of day... No one except for me, that is. I gripped the edge of the window sill with my shaking hands and raised myself so I was on my knees, and looked out the window, careful not to expose myself any more than was necessary.
There, down in the courtyard, was the reason I had come. There, practicing swordplay with his older brother, was the most breathtaking creature I had ever seen in my entire life. I saw him for the first time when I was twelve, and still working in the kitchens with my mother, and I have been captivated by him ever since. He is not much older than I, five years at most, though he does not look it. He looks like a man barely turned twenty. Even so, tales of his generosity, kindness and just nature spread like wild fire down in the servant's quarters. He is a personal favourite of almost everyone who works down here, and I have heard of people fighting to be able to serve him. However, no one is permitted to let on that they might possibly prefer him to his brother, it was an unwritten law. Still, very little was known about him. Almost all of his triumphs were overshadowed by those of his brother, yet the two still maintained a seemingly loving relationship. It was beyond me how they did it, I quarreled with my mother often, and we both were doomed to a life of servitude.
As I watched him parry blows with his sword, I noticed my fist clenching every time he blocked one. I was tempted to laugh at myself, but resisted, as the sound of a servant in hysterics was bound to draw unwanted attention for someone, and resigned to telling myself how pathetic this was in my mind. He looked up from his brother as they decide to take a small break, and for one gloriously terrifying moment, I could have sworn he looked straight at me. I felt as if all the air had been expelled from my lungs, and I almost fell over, mortified at the thought of him knowing that I was here. But he didn't do anything that would signify he knew of my presence. He didn't point me out to his brother, or call for the guard, to have them find out what I was doing, or call out to me. He simply turned around, and walked inside with his brother, who had obviously decided that he had had enough swordplay for one day.
Watching his retreating back, I felt the air return to my lungs, and steadied myself against the window sill once more. I stood up, not wanting to linger any more than I had to, and left the room. If I was lucky, and nothing like that ever happened again, then Faramir, Captain of Gondor need never know that he was being watched from afar.
A/N: I don't know if I like the way this chapter turned out... Any thoughts? Suggestions? Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, I'll do my best to update soon.