Alright, I changed the Genre just to show you, that this is NOT yaoi, manXman, gay or what ever you want to call it. It's NOT! Alright, that's all.
Chapter 5 is here :P
Faramir slowly opened his eyes as he felt something wet against his face. When he did, he had to close them again and sit up straight to keep the liquid from falling into his eyes.
"When did it stat raining? And why is it so clod now?" he asked himself and rubbed his eyes and shivered.
When he opened them fully, he looked around in shock.
"Aragorn?! Eomer?!" he called but there was no answer as he sat atop a mountain.
"It's the vision again," he concluded and stood up, but hugged himself soon as the cold breeze flew past him.
Just then, a light appeared once again. He waited for it to take shape before saying: "Are these shadows the monsters behind the attack on people?"
The light sighed and looked at him. "I can not say," it tilted it's head.
"What can you say? And what does my name have to do with anything?"
It shook its head. "I told you there is more to a name than letters. Tell me, do you know who you are?"
Faramir remembered the first time he was asked that, now knowing he wants to know what he is. So this time, he'd give a slightly different answer. "I am Sufficient," he answered.
That was, in fact, what his name meant. Sufficient jewel to be exact.
The light gave a nod: "Indeed you are but for this task, you must be more than sufficient."
"How? Tell me what this is all about? What are those shadows? What must I do?"
"I am not allowed to tell you such things, for if I did, this task would be lost. No, you must find out what is the meaning to all of it. All I can do, you point you to the correct direction."
"Then tell me more!"
"You must be more than you allow yourself to be. If you are sufficient, you will die."
"How am I to be more than that then?"
"You must accept yourself for who you really are."
The Steward took a step back in shock. "I do accept myself! I accepted who I was even when my father wanted nothing to do with me! I know who I am!"
"No, you do not. You reject a part of you! And as long as you do, this mission will not succeed! And if you fail, all hope is lost! Remember, fight it!"
With that, it faded once more and again he saw the shadows. He took a deep breath as the shads surrounded him. Like before, he could not move, only stand there as one of those things forced itself into his body.
He fell, shaking and then felt the heat again. He saw the flames as they covered him and a moment later, he woke with a choked breath, covered in sweat.
"Faramir!" Eomer called for the man, but no immediate reaction came. The yell woke Aragorn and the two Kings quickly moved to the Steward. The second Elessar touched him, Faramir snapped back to reality, eyes wide and his hands shaking.
"Calm down, it's alright now. It was just a bad dream," the former Ranger whispered gently in the Elvin tongue.
After he calmed down, the former Marshal covered him with a blanket while Strider made some medicine from the Athelas he brought along.
After a few more minutes of uneasiness, all three of them sat down. "What happened?" Aragon asked.
"It was the vision again… It is just getting more and more complicated…" he explained, still covered in the blanket.
"Are you alright for riding? The sun is about to rise," Eomer put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little shaken is all," he gave him a reassuring smile.
"Alright then, let's get going," they all stood, packed their things, mounted the horses and started heading towards the foothills.
"I'd say it's another day or two ride to get there. Will we make camp at the foothills?" theRohirrim asked.
"Yes, very likely. What do you think this monster is like Aragorn?" Prince of Ithilien asked and turned his gaze at the King.
"I think we'll know it when we see it. But I would like to get there as soon as possible. Could the horses make it this day?" the question was aimed at the man from Mark.
He looked a bit uncertain but said: "They should be able to yes, but after that, they will need a lot of rest. I thought you planned to take them with us a bit further than there."
"We'll have to change the plan. The sooner we get there, the better," and with that, he put his horse into a hard gallop, with the other two quickly behind him.
"Hey Faramir, are you sure you are fine?" Eomer's worried voice came.
"Yes, I am. Thank you for your concern, but there is nothing wrong," he smiled as to assure him, but the King gave him a grim look.
After a few seconds, he tuned his gaze in front of him. "I know you are the older one, but that does not mean I can not be worried for you. If you are not feeling well, you can say so. Or if there is something else troubling you, know that you will always have me and Aragorn to speak to. And don't forget that Eowyn cares deeply for you as well. You do not have to keep up this brave act in front of us. You must not let your father's shadow rule over you."
Faramir was at a loss for words. He somehow managed to keep his face emotionless, but could feel the lines of tears on his cheek.
He continued, still not facing his friend: "I know you are a bit frightened by the other nobles around you. You were told to always sit silently and smile, agree with everything they said; for that was the only way you would not embarrass yourself or your family."
At this, the Steward knew that Eomer knew what he was talking about. That he himself has been in the same situation as before.
"But this is a new age and Aragorn is a righteous leader, and you are the Steward. You needn't fear them anymore, more so you should stand strong. As I heard from him, you inspire others, give them strength and courage. Do not let what others think destroy that."
The elder of the two, whipped the tears away and took a deep breath. He has told himself those words before, yet now that he heard them from someone else who knew what they meant, it truly did make him think about it.
"Thank you…" he whispered as the King still didn't look at him. He knew Faramir was a gentle soul and knew he only had Boromir who he could count on. And now, he wanted to be the brother Faramir needed and deserved.
"Elessar… Please be safe," Arwen thought to herself as she lay in her bed.
"You have nothing to prove anymore. My father allowed out wedding, you are now King. Who else are you trying to prove yourself to?"
She looked out of the window, the sun just rising, yet the moon still lingered.
"Is it him? You fear that so much? So much that you are willing to die to prove them wrong?"
Eowyn sighed. She looked around the dark room, thinking of the last time she was here. "What do you think? Is he a good King? Or did he disappoint you and uncle?" she asked herself aloud.
"Theodred… When you left… he had to be the one to keep everything together, even though he was falling apart."
"Captain… Why did you go alone? Are you so desperate to get away from this life, that you would rather face death than accept it? Or is it something else?" Beregond looked at the night sky.
"No matter what any of them say, you are a great Steward, better than your father ever was… I am proud to have been able to meet you," he smiled at the thought.
"I just hope they all get back safe and sound…" the White Lady of Rohan's voice carried worry.
"But if I find out they got hurt because of glory or 'who is the better man' I'm going to kill them all."
And that's it for chapter 5. I tried to make the speech as realistic as I could. What did you think?