Before we come to the quotes I commented on, I would like to say that shouldn’t he have offered for Imrahil to come?
Also, it just occurred to me it would be funny/embarrassing if they met Arwen and Co. on the way back. Or Legolas saw them while scouting.
I liked this.
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“I’m coming with you,” a small, familiar voice piped up.
“Always eavesdropping, Master Peregrin,” Aragorn said with a smile. [heehee]
…You know of what I speak, for I have heard that Halbarad was like a brother to you?”
“He was,” Aragorn said quietly. “I miss him. He was not only my cousin, but my right hand man. I grew up with his council, once I left the Last Homely House. He showed me how to be a captain of men.”
“Boromir showed me how to be a man.”
[I never thought of that Halbarad before, but if he was a cousin, Aragorn would be even more like Éomer and Faramir—-hmmm,]
… Gimli!” the Elf called and the Dwarf was by his side in a moment. “We are going to sing Boromir’s lament again. Would you join us?”
“You never gave me the opportunity the first time! [True, heehee] Are you going to let me sing one of the pieces now?”
“Which one do you want?” Aragorn asked.
“Well,” the Dwarf growled. “I suppose you should sing of the West Wind, and the Elf, of course, of the South. That leaves the North Wind, for none of us will sing of the East Wind, not yet. I don’t want to sing of the North Wind.”
“Then sing of the West Wind, Gimli, for that is where he has gone. To the Halls of Mandos and beyond.”
“Aye. I will do that then.” [Ah.]
… Aragorn began to hum again. Gimli threw a gauntlet at him. “We’ve had enough of your singing, Aragorn. ‘Tis time to make a fire, have some food before our Hobbit friends faint with hunger, and then go onward. You have something that needs doing back in Minas Tirith. If we stop and sing at every opportunity, you will miss a certain lady Elf.” [heeheehoho]
…Pippin wailed and ran into the woods, Merry following as fast as he could. [you know, that is what you two basically did before. It won’t help Aragorn…]
… Faramir swallowed hard. “I am grateful, my King,” the Prince of Ithilien said through his tears, “that you gave him back his honour.”
“I did not. He had never lost it. Not in my mind. He succumbed to the Ring. Had not my own ancestor done the same? I know not what grace protected me.”
“Nor I, when it came to me at Henneth-Annûn.” [Ah yes Boromir’s honor. Good.]
“Faramir,” Pippin spoke quietly, his heart bursting with sorrow, “Boromir died for me and for my cousin. There was no honour lost. Only great honour gained.” Tears streamed down the Hobbit’s face. “That’s why I pledged myself to your father.” [Ah]
“I understand now. I had wondered.” A smile creased the Steward’s face. “He loved you?” [Which of Boromir or Denethor loved Pippin?]
“For whatever silly reason, he did.” Pippin sniffled. Merry’s arm lay across his shoulder. He, too, sniffled. “But he loved you more.” [Denethor? Yes, he did. ….also that previous esquire, apparently.]
“I know,” Faramir whispered. He leaned his head back against the firmness of the tree and closed his eyes, letting his grief have its way with him. [good.]
Aragorn said quietly, “We will meet you back at the lake; it is only a short distance from here. As soon as you stand, head towards the direction you are facing. Supper will be waiting.” His friends walked away.
… I… Aragorn has been crowned King. I am his Steward.” His chin shook harder as the tears fell in torrents. “Father is dead. I am alone.” [Yes, yes, unfortunately, and NO. What of Éowyn, Imrahil, (and other family members) and Aragorn…And Éomer—who is extended family now? Plus all your men, the people of Gondor as a whole, or at least the City and Ithilien.] [[Though I suppose it is just true if he is saying his mother, brother, and father are dead. …But Aragorn will become another father/brother, or Éomer could become brother.]]
… At that very moment, Faramir appeared. “I am very hungry. Have the Halflings left anything for the rest of us?”
Looking up in surprise and relief, Aragorn laughed. Faramir’s eyes were clear and bright, all sign of sorrow seemed washed away. “We have held them back, waiting upon your return. Come, let us eat.”
[I agree with Aragorn. Happy that Faramir has found peace.]