Faramir, son of Denethor | Lord of the Rings (_faramir) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-03-08 00:03:00 |
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Who: Faramir and Imrahil
Where: Faramir's room
What: Meeting and learning of the future
When: Thursday evening
Rating: TBD, probably low
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
Faramir stood in the center of his room, his hands clasped before him. He hoped that Imrahil would arrive soon, for his heart was racing and his mind was ablaze with thoughts and fears that he desperately wished to assuage. Or to confirm, as the need might be. Either way, it would be better to know than to be haunted by the spectres that ignorance bred in the heart and mind.
He knew that there was little hope that the War could be won. The Men of Minas Tirith, although stout in heart and braver than any he had known, were simply no match for the combined forces of Sauron. They were outnumbered at odds he did not even wish to calculate, against an enemy that would show no mercy, and give no quarter. They would not simply die when Minas Tirith was overwhelmed, nay. Death would be the only mercy they could expect.
And yet...his uncle was not one to tell falsehoods, and he had never given him any reason to doubt. If Imrahil said that the war was won, then it was, and in his mind, Faramir could only think of one possibility - that Frodo had succeeded on the quest that had led him to Ithilien. And how amazing that would be - what a gift from Eru - if such a small creature, such an insignificant player had ruled the fate of all Middle Earth. He could not help but smile at his memories of them in Ithilien, Frodo, who was so troubled, and Sam, who would defend him against Sauron himself. Not, perhaps, the quintessential heroes, but perhaps heroism was not something that had an ideal.
He crossed his arms across his chest, and sighed heavily. There would be much to hear in Imrahil's words, he had no doubt. If Minas Tirith lived, would he survive to see it? Would there be a King on the Throne of Gondor? Would his father consent to become subservient to him? That, he could not see. But there was no need for speculation now, when he would soon be with one who could tell him the truth as memory. He only hoped that he would make haste.