A Party of Special Magnificence
Father and Son: 1. Father and Son
Father and Son 3/8/2006
I try to make him proud. I'm not sure I succeed.
Boromir's the warrior, not me. I'm a loremaster, I hope. I'm a good Captain, a great Ranger. Father knows this, I think. I studied swords to please him, and I'm good with a bow.
But I love history and Mithrandir's lore. I know of Thorongil and hope deferred, Father. You and Grandfather had the strength to master Gondor. I do not and my heart misgives that Boromir will have the chance. To be a Steward, I will need a King.
Think well of me, Father. I still have hope.
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He looks like his mother, and I love him for it. She was taken too soon, and I would have followed her but for him. I hope I have shown him this. I fear I have not.
It worries me, when Mithrandir comes, that Faramir is so eager to listen. I, too, was eager once. Then Thorongil came and left, refusing the kingdom where I wished to be Steward not Master.
Oh, be careful Faramir, my scholar son. Mithrandir would have you hope. But the king does not wish to rule. Guard yourself.
I only wish to spare you pain.
