15. Do you think... (Faramir, Eldarion)
Do you think they assumed that when they named him? (Faramir, Eldarion)
Searching remembered refuges, Faramir found the prince in the third place he looked. The stoney niche concealed a huddle of boy, skinny arms clutching overlong legs.
"I am Man, not peredhel, and yet..." The quavery voice was a child's treble still. He looked away. "My father came early to manhood."
Faramir smothered a grin. There was promise of breadth in the slim shoulders; strength in the graceful, clever hands; wisdom behind the reddened, puffy eyes. This Son of the Elves, maturing slowly.
"It is five years still 'till you are twenty, Eldarion. There is time enough," Faramir assured him.
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