Post by eurwest on Sept 10, 2007 9:13:35 GMT -5
The city was alive with music and laughter. The sombre mood that had been hanging over the city like a dark storm cloud had passed. The walls on all seven levels were shining white once again; the smell of death and decay had passed and replaced by freshly cooked food and sweet wine. With everyone in Minas Tirith in such an unprecedented mood it was hard for Faramir not to join in and share a smile.
As he made his way down the crowded streets he heard the harpists singing elaborate tales about the battle before the black gate, how all hope was lost but the true king of Gondor stood up to the great evil and returned back to his people. Without meaning to Faramir had stopped to listen, he had heard the accounts from all the other Lords who had been present and knew the tale just as well as if he had been present. However a painful stab of guilt hit Faramir every time the battle was mentioned. He should have been fighting, he could have had it not been for the curse of the Black Breath and his want to stand aside the Lady Éowyn.
Tearing himself away from the tales that were already becoming legend he continued his way down the many levels on his own private mission. He was on his way to see his cousin who, he had been faithful informed, was last seen outside of the gates of the city. It seemed too long since the last time he had seen his fair cousin and during that time so much had changed and Faramir could not help but wonder what she would look like now she was fully grown.
Walking through the broken gates that once stood proud Faramir entered the hustle and bustle that surrounded the makeshift city. So many people had come to Gondor to celebrate the arrival of the new King and the defeat of Middle-Earths greatest enemy, and it seemed like more and more would arrive everyday brining their own tales of battles from across the land.
He would get stopped from time to time. People giving their condolences for the loss of his father and brother, others congratulations as word of the love between him and the Lady Éowyn spread. And no matter the manor of greeting or the pursuit of the conversation Faramir took it all with the same attitude, one of thanks and with a light heart. He had mourned enough for his brother, he had fallen to the evil and temptation that the ring provided but yet there had been redemption in his death, Boromir had died with honour by defending the smallest of their party and with that he was proud to call him his brother. As for his father, Faramir knew he would be happy now in the afterlife, once more united with his mother and brother who he so dearly loved and deep down Faramir hoped that when it was his turn to eventually join him he would have done enough to earn his fathers respect and love.
The sun was moving steadily across the sky and it felt to Faramir that he would not find dear Lothíriel when he caught a glimpse of someone. His heart began to pound and excitement filled him as he set on pursuit of this target. It was like being back in Ithilien hunting down his prey but this time he would not kill the poor creature. As he drew closer he could see her long dark brown hair billowing in the wind, her pale features as she looked from one side of the street of tents to another. He was convinced it was her, the elegance in her walk and the smile that played to gracefully on her lips.
“Lady Lothíriel?”
A questioning tone made his call seem almost like a statement he wanted to clarify then to make himself known to his fair cousin. But this did not matter to Faramir all that matter in that small space of time was to be in the presence with a family member.
(Sorry the title sounds like it should be some strange website where long lost relatives find each other hehe. How lame am I haha.)
As he made his way down the crowded streets he heard the harpists singing elaborate tales about the battle before the black gate, how all hope was lost but the true king of Gondor stood up to the great evil and returned back to his people. Without meaning to Faramir had stopped to listen, he had heard the accounts from all the other Lords who had been present and knew the tale just as well as if he had been present. However a painful stab of guilt hit Faramir every time the battle was mentioned. He should have been fighting, he could have had it not been for the curse of the Black Breath and his want to stand aside the Lady Éowyn.
Tearing himself away from the tales that were already becoming legend he continued his way down the many levels on his own private mission. He was on his way to see his cousin who, he had been faithful informed, was last seen outside of the gates of the city. It seemed too long since the last time he had seen his fair cousin and during that time so much had changed and Faramir could not help but wonder what she would look like now she was fully grown.
Walking through the broken gates that once stood proud Faramir entered the hustle and bustle that surrounded the makeshift city. So many people had come to Gondor to celebrate the arrival of the new King and the defeat of Middle-Earths greatest enemy, and it seemed like more and more would arrive everyday brining their own tales of battles from across the land.
He would get stopped from time to time. People giving their condolences for the loss of his father and brother, others congratulations as word of the love between him and the Lady Éowyn spread. And no matter the manor of greeting or the pursuit of the conversation Faramir took it all with the same attitude, one of thanks and with a light heart. He had mourned enough for his brother, he had fallen to the evil and temptation that the ring provided but yet there had been redemption in his death, Boromir had died with honour by defending the smallest of their party and with that he was proud to call him his brother. As for his father, Faramir knew he would be happy now in the afterlife, once more united with his mother and brother who he so dearly loved and deep down Faramir hoped that when it was his turn to eventually join him he would have done enough to earn his fathers respect and love.
The sun was moving steadily across the sky and it felt to Faramir that he would not find dear Lothíriel when he caught a glimpse of someone. His heart began to pound and excitement filled him as he set on pursuit of this target. It was like being back in Ithilien hunting down his prey but this time he would not kill the poor creature. As he drew closer he could see her long dark brown hair billowing in the wind, her pale features as she looked from one side of the street of tents to another. He was convinced it was her, the elegance in her walk and the smile that played to gracefully on her lips.
“Lady Lothíriel?”
A questioning tone made his call seem almost like a statement he wanted to clarify then to make himself known to his fair cousin. But this did not matter to Faramir all that matter in that small space of time was to be in the presence with a family member.
(Sorry the title sounds like it should be some strange website where long lost relatives find each other hehe. How lame am I haha.)