ifishouldreturn: (this darkness will not endure)
Though he had no doubt that her mind was occupied with pressing matters and the continuing safety of her people, Faramir knew that he would not rest easily until he had heard of Éowyn's good health from her own lips. She was recklessly brave and her heart was heavy with sorrow. In ordinary times, such a combination would be perilous. In a time of war, it could place her in mortal danger.

He was seated in his chambers when he switched on his communication device to address Éowyn alone. The memory of her behaviour around Lord Aragorn was fresh in his mind - and stung more than he had expected (or would care to admit) - but nothing would stop him from continuing to be a friend to her.

"My lady," he said, when he had finally gathered the courage to speak, "Your brother has told me something of the battle at Helm's Deep. How do you fare?"
ifishouldreturn: (sense of duty)
The morning of Faramir's last day on Middle-earth dawned fair and bright. Though his heart was heavy and the knowledge that had been given was a great burden to bear, he could think of no finer day on which to say his goodbyes.

He had woken to find Minas Tirth bathed in the warm oranges and reds of the sunrise, turning the white spires and towers of the citadel into pillars of brightest gold. For a moment, all he could think of was how much this city - the city of his birth and the only home he had ever known - meant to him and how he would give anything to protect it from the enemies that surrounded it.

A moment later, he realised that he would soon sacrifice his very life for the sake of Minas Tirith. Very soon. )

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Faramir [Lord of the Rings]

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