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Nov. 25th, 2012 07:42 pmosgiliathFaramir wasted no time in traveling back to Gondor when word reached his ears.
Your brother, my lord. He-- it has been said that he has been sighted in one of the inns in Minas Tirith. There can be no mistaking him.
It was as if the very air around him had been stolen by a void. For several moments he could not breathe, could not think, could not feel even the cold hands of his wife as she held on to his arm. Could it be true? Could Boromir be alive?
There can be no mistaking him. Of course, for every man in Gondor knew his brother, loved him dearly. News of this kind would not have made its way to Faramir, not without someone making sure the information was realible.
What if--?
The ride was long and hard, and when he reached the said inn both master and horse were filled with exhaustion. Yet there was no rest for Faramir tonight.
Not until he'd seen his brother.
Your brother, my lord. He-- it has been said that he has been sighted in one of the inns in Minas Tirith. There can be no mistaking him.
It was as if the very air around him had been stolen by a void. For several moments he could not breathe, could not think, could not feel even the cold hands of his wife as she held on to his arm. Could it be true? Could Boromir be alive?
There can be no mistaking him. Of course, for every man in Gondor knew his brother, loved him dearly. News of this kind would not have made its way to Faramir, not without someone making sure the information was realible.
What if--?
The ride was long and hard, and when he reached the said inn both master and horse were filled with exhaustion. Yet there was no rest for Faramir tonight.
Not until he'd seen his brother.
