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To God Be The Glory!
Mithrandir led Faramir to his room, and waited out side as he put his stuff inside. He looked around, smiling as he relized that he was in the corner of the building, with windows on two walls, flooding the room with light. The wizard knew of his aversion to closed in, dark spaces, and he was grateful that he was able to have such a open room. He moved to one of the windows, and looked out, seeing the paths, and plants that were on the ground. He was also able to see the water falls, and he caught his breath as the sun shone through the falling water, causing rainbows fill the air. He heard Mithrandir come in behind him, and he let out a contented sigh. The wizard came to stand beside him,
"And you father? What you said made it sound as if he has fallen more."
Faramir sighed, and shrugged, "He has been falling steadily. After..." He hesitated, and looked at Mithrandir, "After I was rescued from the renegade men, he became harder, not wanting to have his heart broken if I was killed. Then he started using the Palantir, and he began to forget the reason for his coldness, and continued treating me like he had been. It's been getting worse. When I left, it was as if any hint of love was gone." He let his shoulders slump, then he turned to Mithrandir, "Do you ever wish you could leave this world, and go back to your home across the sea?"
The wizard sighed, and put a hand on Faramir's shoulder, "Yes. I do, but my work is not done here. I must wait till I am called back." Faramir heard the longing in his voice, and felt the same longing in his heart, Mithrandir spoke again, "It is a hard thing living in this world. But when you have the knowledge, and love of Eru, you have hope for this dark world, knowing that it will be freed one day, and that we will have peace in the end."
Faramir felt Mithrandir squeeze his shoulder, then propel him out of the room and down the hall. "Come, enough of the hard talk, I have somewhere to show you." Mithrandir lead him to another room, back down the hall, going the way that they had come. But past the steps that they went up after they left Elrond's room. Mithrandir pushed open the door to a room, and Faramir could see a room, that had another door on the other side of the room. There was a picture on the wall, and across from the picture there was a statue, with a slab of stone, like a pedestal. A man was sitting in the corner of the room, holding a book. Faramir nodded to him, then moved towards the statue, stopping several feet away as he saw what was resting on the pedestal. The sword of Elendil. Faramir took in a deep breath, studying the broken blade from a distance. Suddenly he felt himself slipping into a vision, the feeling that he was leaving his consciousness all too familiar.
He was in Minas Tirith, and the sun was shining bright and fierce. He looked around him, and saw the white tree, the white tree, that in all his life never had a flower on it. But now, it was flowering, covered in brilliant white flowers as small as a rain drop. He saw a large crowd, and they were facing the castle, and bowing to someone. He looked hard, but the face of the one who everyone was bowing to was blurred, and he was unable to see who it was.
He came to his senses with a sudden jolt, and he felt his knees buckle. He pushed his reeling thoughts away, and realized that he was being held up by the stranger in the room. He pushed away, turning to see his helper as he did; the man was tall, and had dark hair, that reached to the middle of his neck. His eyes were filled with a wisdom that came with much experience. He seemed vaguely familiar to him, but Faramir couldn't tell why, as he was sure that he had not seen him before. He also sensed that he had a certain goodness in him. The man was looking at him in concern.
"Are you well?"
Faramir nodded, moving to lean against the wall, "Yes, My lord, just a moment of...disorientation.. My apologies for disturbing you."
The stranger studied him closely for a moment, and Faramir met his gaze. The stranger smiled, "No trouble. You do not need to call me Lord. My name is Aragorn."
Faramir inclined his head slightly in greeting, "Well met, Aragorn. Faramir is mine." He took one last look at the sword then turned to leave, "If you would excuse me, I have travelled far, and need a rest." Faramir moved past as Aragorn stepped out of the way, the other man spoke
"There is a meal today, I will not be there, but tomorrow there will be a counsel that Elrond has called. I'll see you there."