1. We Who Remain
So much to say, and now...
He turns to look at me, and in his eyes I see a million answers, lost to me and mine for all time.
So much to say, so much I could have learned...
He smiles, and the fading sunlight twinkles in his eyes.
"Not lost, Faramir son of Denethor."
My mouth falls open, astounded. How could he...
My eyes flicker to where his have strayed, and I see the Queen, seated in a bower, deep in conversation with my beloved.
"Nothing good is ever truly lost."
So much to say, and now...
I smile back, and wave, and he mounts his horse and is gone.
It is not sunlight that twinkles in my eyes.
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