Post by hafweb on Jun 12, 2005 14:01:24 GMT -5
The Gondorian Captain strode restlessly back and forth in the seventh circle of Minas Tirith. How long was it since he had heard from his brother? Boromir had set out for Rivendell many weeks ago now, and the Captain had heard nothing from him since. A stone sat unmovable in his stomach. He had been pacing like this for hours. Having asked his men not to bother him, they watched anxiously from a little way off but he ignored them. He felt lonely, and yet he couldn't speak to them. Squinting at the sun, he paused for a moment. Up above him in the white tower, his Father was watching him.
The sound of horns blowing attracted his attention, and he jerked his head back round to see that a fellow member of the army was calling him over.
"Captain Faramir", the soldier said gruffly. "There is new that an army of orcs has attacked Osgiliath. We are needed there." Nodding slowyl, Faramir transformed into his more commanding mode.
"Organise the troops," he said as confidently as he could. "Tomorrow we march for Osgiliath. Send scouts to see how vast the opposing army, then report back to me with the details." Nodding to his Captain, the soldier set off at a jog to try and get the troops into some kind of order. Calling for a drink and downing it in one, Faramir felt the warmth surge through his veins. A fresh breeze ruffled his hair reassuringly, and he straightened determinedly up straight. Now was not the time for moping around.
The sound of horns blowing attracted his attention, and he jerked his head back round to see that a fellow member of the army was calling him over.
"Captain Faramir", the soldier said gruffly. "There is new that an army of orcs has attacked Osgiliath. We are needed there." Nodding slowyl, Faramir transformed into his more commanding mode.
"Organise the troops," he said as confidently as he could. "Tomorrow we march for Osgiliath. Send scouts to see how vast the opposing army, then report back to me with the details." Nodding to his Captain, the soldier set off at a jog to try and get the troops into some kind of order. Calling for a drink and downing it in one, Faramir felt the warmth surge through his veins. A fresh breeze ruffled his hair reassuringly, and he straightened determinedly up straight. Now was not the time for moping around.