10. Fear No Evil
I Fear No Evil ("...I will fear no evil...")
The sun glared down, absorbed in the black and silver of so many uniforms and multiplied by the reflection from the sand. All was bright and shining, all was warm and almost-pleasant, and yet no Gondorian heart was lightened. If there was evil in an icy chill, it could also be found in blazing heat.
As the sun glanced from breastplate, to helmet, to sword blade, and thus into the eyes of Gondor's soldiers, Faramir stood at the head of his company and looked forward even with squinting eyes.
A ripple of red, a ripple of gold, a ripple of deep maroon, and the army of the Haradrim came over the far hill as if floating above the sand. The sun sparkled on their spear points, a friendlier light than the harsh glare from Gondorian weaponry. For these Southrons looked to the sun with worship, and to all appearance enjoyed her favor. Today was their day.
As Faramir watched them approach, he felt his heart clench tightly, and the grip on his pommel tensed. They were outnumbered for this battle, perhaps no more than usual, but this battle would not be won easily by either force. And Faramir felt fear. He was no warrior whose heart rose at the thought of bloodshed, no man to seek the thrill of battle, but one who would fight with a thousand words in preference to as many arrows. No amount of experience could drive away what he felt before each battle, however the events multiplied, and no practice could make his heart ever at ease. But the man that men called fearless was no illusion either; Faramir knew one way to drive away fear.
I will fear no evil. Whatever forces are against me, I will face with honor and dignity, knowing that my cause is just. For they may fight for conquest, but I fight only to protect the helpless. For every enemy's life I take, there is an innocent one that I save. I study war so that children may have liberty to study language and history. May the Valar aid my cause, for it is just. And I will fear no evil.
With a gaze now steely, a gaze that the enemy would flee from, Faramir drew his sword and took a deep breath.
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