Faramir, son of Denethor | Lord of the Rings (captainofgondor) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-03 13:37:00 |
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WHO: Faramir and OPEN
WHAT: Remembering the battle, and those who have been lost
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: Near Turgon's memorial wall
WARNINGS: Talk of Death
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Faramir had escaped the battle unscathed, but not without loss. He had not know Túrin well, but he had been from his world, and as such, the grief felt more profound. Imrahil, on the other hand, had been his uncle. His late mother's brother. His kin, and - he liked to think - a friend. And his death was a deep and grievous loss.
He had known much loss since the war began. Boromir, his father, many of the men who had fought under his command. And each had been a knife to the heart. It seemed that his circle of family and friends was spiraling down to nothing, and soon he would be entirely alone. Imrahil's death had hit him hard, perhaps because he had thought that the war was over. He had moved his thoughts from the midset of war and loss to one of peace, life and rebuilding, and this was a cruel counter to that.
Today he found himself wandering near the memorial that the Elf had been building, the memorial that would soon be etched with even more names than had originally been planned. Death was part of life for the race of Men, a gift of Eru that sometimes seemed more of a curse. But Faramir was not so shallow-minded as had been his ancestors who had lost the Dúnedain Númenor so many years ago. If Eru had called death a gift then a gift it was, albeit a fearful one that left those behind with a great deal of pain, and no answers.
He stared in silence at the wall, bowing his head in silence. If they made one of these for all the men lost in the War of the Ring, how many miles would it continue on? How many lamentations would be sung to it, how many tears would moisten the grass before it? Bowing his head, his heart heavy with grief, he allowed himself a few tears for the death of his uncle, and the loss of so many both here, and at home.