Hi All... It's been a little wile, sorry about that. I actually wanted to post something earlier this week, but I didn't have access to what I had last. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, it's a bit longer than my other chapters I think. I don't own any of the characters, or places, and I am just doing this for my enjoyment.

To God Be The Glory.

The sunlight flooded Faramir's senses, pulling him from his sleep. He shifted uncomfortably as he woke up more fully, groaning at his stiff muscles. After a moment, he rolled to his feet, and stretched, looking around as he did. It had been a long journey from Gondor to were he was now, just a days ride out of Rivendel, and he was becoming worn out. He had been alert since he left, looking for the enemy, but his exhaustion was making the way dangerous.

His thoughts were wearing on him as well; for almost every night since he left, till he reached the outskirts of Rivendell, he had been having visions. During the day as well. The visions were about his father, and his brother, and he assumed that they were showing him what they were doing as he was away. But there was one vision that continued to come back. A group comprised of himself, a dwarf, an elf, another human, Mithrandir, the wizard, and strange figures that were the size of dwarfs but without beards. They were walking along the country, and on a mountain pass. As much as he tried, though, he couldn't understand what the vision meant.

Faramir hoped with being so close to the Last Lonely House, he would be in less danger., and felt himself becoming more rested as the air became clearer, and the absence of visions for the past few days. No enemy would willingly venture so close to the Elven home. Faramir bent, and picked up the saddle that he had been using as a pillow, and saddled his horse. After gathering the rest of his things, he mounted up.

He had been riding for several hours when he came to a rode, he led his horse to it, and let out a pent up breath. He had made it to the road to Rivendel. The sound of many people moving along behind him caused him to turn place his hand on the pommel of his sword, tensing as the noise grew closer. He could hear voices, and in his wariness, he didn't realize that he could understand what was being said. He turned his horse to face the danger, and halted him just as the figures came into view. He let his hand drop and blinked. Dwarves. A whole crowd of them were making their way down the road, singing and talking, rather loudly in his opinion. The dwarfs saw him almost as one, and they stopped, frozen in place. Then one, with red hair, and a bushy beard, stepped forward,

"Hello stranger." He shifted, looking up at Faramir, and the Steward's son swung down from his horse, holding the bridle in one hand. The Dwarf continued, "Are you on your way to Rivindel?"

Faramir nodded, and inclined his head to the Dwarfs, "Yes. And can I assume the same of you?" He gave a slight smirk, "After all, this road leads only to Rivendel." The Dwarf smirked at him,

"That may be the case, but you may have stumbled upon it, and was traveling it, to see where it goes."

One of the other Dwarfs stepped forward, "Gloin, at your service, and this it my son." He nudged his son who hastily inclined his head in greeting, "Gimli, at your service." Faramir inclined his head as well,

"Faramir, at yours." He nodded up the road, "Perhaps we should continue on our way together. If we are headed in the same direction, it would be safer for all concerned to stay together." At Gloin's nod, he was quickly introduced to the rest of the Dwarfish company, and then they continued down the road. Faramir leading his horse, in difference to his companions height, and lack of animal. After several hours of walking, the strange group of dwarfs and human, came within sight of Rivendel. The air had become fresher as they traveled, and the sound of birds mixed with the gentle sound of the waterfalls. Faramir looked up at Rivendel, soaking in the sight.

As they were looking around them, Faramir saw a Elf, coming towards them on a magnificent white horse, his hood back and blond hair blowing in the slight breeze. The elf halted just in front of them and sat looking down at the walkers. After a moment of studying the Dwarfs, he turned his bright eyes on Faramir. And the human saw the Elf's weariness with life in them. The elf raised a eyebrow and looked hard at him, and Faramir knew he was looking into his heart. The elf's horse shifted under him and he spoke,

"Hail. I am Glorfindal, we have been awaiting you." He glanced at the Dwarfs, "All of you."

Faramir narrowed his eyes, "How did you know we were coming?" He glanced at the Dwarfs, who had become sullen when the elf appeared. "Why are the dwarfs called here?" He looked back to the elf who gave a grim smile.

"All will be tolled in time." He abruptly turned his horse around, speaking over his shoulder, "Come. I will lead you into Imladris." His horse moved forward, and Faramir was amazed at the way the Elf controlled the horse without nudging it. Gimli began grumbling,and Faramir stifled a smile as the Dwarf insulted the Elf's food. He turned, and looked hard at him, "Master Dwarf. I would stay silent, and not insult our hosts."

Once they rode into Rivendel's court-yard, a elf came towards them, reaching for Faramir's horse. After a quick good-buy to his traveling companion of many years, he followed the silent Glorfindal to the doors of the house. The doors opened as they reached the top of the steps and a Elf with brown hair stepped out, "Glorfindal, you have brought the rest of the guests." He motioned them inside, and looked closely at the party, turning back to Glorfindal and speaking in their language he frowned, "Did they trouble you?"

Faramir watched as Glorfindal shook his head, answering in the same language, "Nay, he caused no trouble. The Dwarfs were complaining a bit, till the human stopped them." Faramir hid a smile, amused that the Elfs had no idea that he could understand them. The brown-haired elf's next words, though, caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, "The Lord Elrond has requested the human be brought to him when he arrives." Glorfindale nodded, and spoke in the common tongue,

"Erestor can take the Dwarfs to their chambers," He turned to Faramir, "Lord Elrond wishes to see you. I will lead you to him." He spun on his heel and walked swiftly, leading Faramir down halls that were similar to those of Gondor's castle, but lighter, somehow less stifling. Faramir followed, stopping when they came to a door, on which Glorfindal knocked. As the door opened, Faramir could see that it was filled with light from the window, that covered almost the entire wall. He was led into the room, and the door shut as Glorfindal left.

Faramir looked around the room, noting the comfortable chairs, by a fire, and a desk in the other corner. In the same stile as his father's room, but much more brighter, and Faramir felt a sense of peace. Something he rarely felt in the closed in walls of Gondor. He looked towards the two figures that were standing by the window, looking towards him. The first was tall, like most elves, and his hair was dark, falling past his shoulders. The second figure he knew well, though he was not welcomed in Gondor lately. The stooped form, with a staff in hand belonged to Mithrandir. He stepped forward, "Mithrandir, what are you doing here?"

The wizard moved towards him with a smile, "My dear Faramir!" He looked confused, "What of Boromir?" Faramir sighed,

"My brother was injured when I left for the journey, Father thought it would be safer for us both for it to be this way." He looked hard at Mithrandir, "He doesn't want either of us to be injured." He smiled sadly as the wizard muttered,

"Well, it doesn't show." He grew worried, lowering his voice, "Faramir, you must be careful. Your father loves you, but something is happening to bitter his heart against you." He looked hard at Faramir for a moment, his gaze distant, looking at something else. Finaly he shook his head, and smiled at Faramir, "You have been traveling for some time, you must be tired." He led Faramir to a comfortable chair and sat him down. He handed him a small glass of wine, and Faramir let his head fall back against the chair. It was true, he was exhausted, and worn out. Closing his eyes, he let himself relax. He heard Mithrandir move back to Elrond, and they began talking in quiet voices.

"You know this one?" The Lord of the house was quiet, and Faramir had to stay completely still to hear. The words were in the Elfish language, and Faramir assumed that Elrond didn't realize he could understand them.

Mithrandir's voice was slightly louder, "That is the Steward of Gondor's youngest son."

Elrond's voice turned slightly sharp, "The Steward of Gondor? What about" he hesitated, "What about Estel?"

"It is true that the Steward is not willing for a King, and Boromir, the Steward's eldest, is like his father in that respect. But Faramir... I believe that he is willing for the King to come."

Faramir caught his breath, wonder filling him at the knowledge that the King of Gondor was known to them. Elrond's voice was tinged with worry, "But surly he would follow his father's desires?"

Faramir heard Mithrandir's voice sharpen "A man is allowed his own views."

"Mithrandir. You know of what I speak. A son will follow what his father does, and what his father believes."

"That is true. But Faramir is the type of man who makes his own decisions. He sees the need for a King."

Faramir lifted his head, interrupting them before they could reveal more that they may not want just any one knowing. "I can hear you, you know."

He opened his eyes in time to see Elrond lifting an eyebrow, looking to Mithrandir in amusement, "You knew that he was listening to us." He walked to the chairs, taking a seat across from Faramir, "How did you learn our language?"

Faramir watched as Mithrandir moved towards them as well, "Mithrandir taught me. I have a fondness for languages." The wizard sat, looking at Faramir, and Elrond became serious,

"Why did you come all this way, Faramir, son of Denethor?"

Faramir took a deep breath, "I have visions. Sometimes they come regularly, other times it is just a few a year. Before I left on my way here, I had a vision twice I did nothing about it. It was given to my brother after I got it for the second time. He doesn't get visions, so he didn't know how to handle himself with the disorientation, and it caused him injury in battle. He closed his eyes, reliving the vision. "It is dark. So dark, but only in the eastern sky. On the other side, the West, there was a dim light. There was a sound like thunder in the East, and in the West a voice. It was from far away, but still discernible. It said

Seek for the Sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand."

Faramir opened his eyes, looking directly at Elrond, not looking away, letting the elf lord see into his heart and mind, it took all his willpower, but he refused to look away. Faramir continued looking into Elrond's eyes as he spoke, letting his full thoughts be laid bare. "My Lord Elrond. The Steward wants me to take Isildur's Bane back to him. I know what it is, and I fear it. There is a evil about it, in the words, and when my father talks about it."

Elrond drew in a breath, "Why do you tell me this? It would be simpler on your self if you kept it quiet, and took it with out warning, giving you a way to escape."

Faramir closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the pain of his father's actions, and harshness. He sighed and opened his eyes, looking into Elrond's eyes again, "I tell you because I fear for my father. He is losing himself in the Palantír, he has made him susceptible to the enemy by using it, and he is manipulating his mind. He has made himself so susceptible that he has fallen under the spell of Isildur's Bane even from the name. If he gets his hands on the ring, it will mean the end of Middle Earth as we know it.

Faramir held his gaze as Elrond looked into his heard, and watched him, finally the Elf lord sighed,

"Thank you Faramir for telling me."

Mithrandir stood up, leaning heavily on his staff, and Faramir stood as he motioned towards him "Come, son of Denethor. I shall show you to your room. Then there is something I would like you to see."