Faramir was standing by the window, looking out; he had woken in the middle of the night feeling a strange urge to do something; what he did not know, though, it was as if someone was calling him. As he looked out the window, he saw a lady with golden hair flowing down her back. The lady, Galadriel Faramir realized, had stopped walking and was looking up, meeting his gaze from the window. Faramir moved to the door, leaving the room, and followed the lady behind the Lady. They walked slowly down a path, moving down from the main city until they came to a set of steps. Faramir went down the steps, feeling as if he were in a daze. They soon came to the bottom of the steps. There was a circular flat space, which was layered in stone with walls on all sides. There was a fountain of water that came out from one of the stone walls, and there was a pedestal in the centre of the stone floor with a silver basin and pitcher on it. The lady spoke, her voice piercing through Faramir's heart.
"Will you look in the mirror?" Faramir breathed in a sharp breath as he recognized the lady's voice from when he had been unconscious. He watched silently as the lady filled the pitcher with the water from the fountain and poured it into the basin. As the last drop of water fell he spoke.
"What would I see if I did look?"
"I cannot say. You have visions, do you not?" Galadriel's voice was powerful, but kind at the same time. Faramir nodded, the lady continued. "It will be similar to your visions."
Faramir sighed, looking hard at the basin. Nodding he took a step forward and looked into it, seeing his own face for a moment, until it suddenly disappeared into a vision.
His father was holding Boromir's horn. The horn that was given to the eldest son in the long line of the steward. The horn was broken in two, and Denethor was holding each half in his hand, head bent, looking older than the last time he saw him. He was growing gaunt his hair was greyer then the last time he had seen him.
The vision shifted to a forest, where four figures stood slumped. There was a river behind him, with two boats pulled up on the bank. He saw one of the figures lips move, and they all straightened and clasped each other on the arms. Setting off at a run, they disappeared into the woods.
Once again, it shifted to a different vision. There was a battle; he could not tell where it was, but, through the thick of the battle, he looked up. Large eagles flew above them, dropping rocks and attacking large dragon-like beasts that flew in the air.
He pulled back, gasping in rapid breaths as his heart beat rapidly. He stumbled to the ground, looking up at the lady as she watched him steadily, he sat in a daze. The lady knelt by him, touching his arm, and Faramir felt energy flow into him, looking up at her he liked his lips which were strangely dry.
"My lady. What was it I saw?"
"I cannot tell you what you saw. It is for you to understand." She helped him stand. "Come, you must sleep some more; you have not recovered fully yet." As she left him at the door to his room, she smiled at him.
"You leave tomorrow. Sleep." Faramir made his way into the room, stumbling as he grew more tired with each step. Reaching his bed, he collapsed onto it, already deep in a healing sleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, the fellowship was brought to the chambers of Galadriel and her husband. As they stepped into the room, Faramir saw Lady Galadriel walking down a set of steps, holding hands with Celeborn. The lady locked eyes with him, and he heard her voice in his head.
"It is good that you are feeling better, young one. The way forward will be hard,perhaps harder then before."
The elf Lord spoke out loud, bringing Faramir's attention to him. "If any wish to leave the Fellowship now, you may do so with no fear." Faramir closed his eyes, thinking of the dangers that were ahead and of the dangers that would arise if the ring was not destroyed. He would go as far as he could with Frodo, but he feared that it would not be far.
Galadriel studied them in silence, but after meeting Faramir's gaze, looking into his heart, she spoke. "They will all continue with the ring-bearer for as long as they can."
Celeborn spoke next. "We will provide you with boats. If you travel down the river, the path will be easier on the river than on foot, and you will have time to make your decision on the path you shall take before you reach the falls of Rauros."