Faramir walked quickly down the hall looking in each room for Finnola. Eowyn had told him she hadn't seen her since breakfast and it was now well past noon. His search however ended as he opened a door and found his daughter sitting by the fire, her back turned to him, an open book in her hand.

Upon hearing the door open Finnola turned her head and Faramir's remark died on his lips. Seeing her father Finnola quickly turned back around and tried to brush away all the evidence of the tears she had shed.

"Finnola, what is wrong?" Faramir asked coming in and sitting beside her trying to look at her face again. There was a haunting expression on her face that he could not place and it sent a chill down his spine.

"Nothing, it is nothing." Finnola lied but her voice was hoarse from her many tears. Faramir gently placed his arm around her shoulder and squeezed as a sign for her to tell him. Finnola burst into tears again and buried her face in his chest.

Faramir was extremely puzzled and disturbed by her unusual behavior but nevertheless did his best to comfort her. He heard her try to explain but it was muffled by her sobs and tears but as he looked at the floor he saw the book open and began to read the words on the page.

And so it was, Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Steward of Gondor, burned alive on the pyre alone. His son Faramir saved from his madness by the hobbit Perigrin Took.

Faramir took a sharp breath and gently began to smooth his daughter's hair, knowing now the reason for her tears. They were for him and with that his own eyes began to glaze.

"Finnola, there is nothing to be sorry for," He said after a few moments as she kept on apologizing again and again.

Finnola slowly lifted her face and looked at him. Faramir gave her a smile and hugged her.

"I love you," Finnola whispered in his ear hugging him tight. She could never fathom the hurt and pain he went through everyday knowing his own father had tried to take his life.

"And I love you Finnola," He assured kissing the top of her head. After a moment they pulled back from one another and Finnola fought to wipe the remainder of her tears out of her eyes.

"There are many things in this world that we cannot change," He told her picking up the book and closing it. "As there are many things you are not yet old enough to understand, but there will come a time when you shall know all that has passed in your family."

Finnola nodded and swallowed had forcing back a sob. Faramir gave her an encouraging smile and headed out of the room, taking the book with him. He would return the book back to her when he deemed her old enough. Although his heart felt heavy at the thought of his daughter learning the most painful secret of his past.

"Did you find Finnola?" Elboron asked curiously coming down the hall. Faramir nodded.

"Where is she?"

"In the drawing room, but let her be for a short time, then go to her, she has many things to think about." He told his son ruffling his hair before heading off to find Eowyn and tell her of what had occurred.

Elboron watched curiously as his father walked off before heading towards the room where Finnola was. He knew his father had told him to let her be but the protective brother in him wanted to know what was wrong. So going against his father's wishes he entered the room to find Finnola sitting on the rug in front of the fire, her knees pulled up and her chin resting in them cradling herself, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Without a word Elboron kneeled down next to her and wrapped his arms around her wanting to stop her pain.

"Its so unfair," Finnola sobbed onto her eldest brother's shoulder. "Why did he treat father like that?"

Elboron immediately knew what she was talking about and pulled her back at arms length. "Because he was mad Finnola, he was mad." He told her.

"But why? Why did he? Why did he treat Boromir differently, there was no difference between them rather then their age." She disagreed wanting to get to the core of her grandfather's insanity.

"I don't know Finnola, sometimes there's not a known reason for what people do." Elboron told her knowing that would stop the why questions.

Finnola stared at the rug defeated.

"I know it hurts to see father suffer but don't make it worse by asking questions," He said gently to his sister seeing the tear stains on her face.

"I just want him to be happy," She mumbled.

"We all do, and we can. Just let him try to forget it," He told her hugging her again.

"I hate him," Finnola hissed between clenthced teeth.

"Me too," Elboron agreed then they both stood up. "Shall we find Eorl and teach you how to shoot an arrow?" He asked his sister.

Finnola looked at him suspiciously. "What would we be shooting at?"

Elboron laughed. "A target,"

"What kind?" She asked afraid he would say some poor creature.

"A bulls eye, you're a beginner Finnola, I wouldn't subject you to shooting an animal. Yet."

Finnola gave him a glare but followed him out of the room.

A/N: So long, farewell, aufedersien goodnight! cast of the sound of music appears and begins to sing and dance. Sry. Loaded with Caffeine. Oh I love sugar highs!