Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 16, 2006 17:01:18 GMT
Faramir rode up to the edge of a stream somewhere on the Eastfold. No doubt the stream ran east into the Anduin which they had passed a number of days ago. Faramir jumped off of his horse and untied it's burden, allowing it free reign to wander off towards the stream or lie down. Faramir place the pack down and pulled up a roll of cram and began to eat it. He looked to the sky and saw that the sun was setting, they would have to make camp here. It had been some time since they had departed Ithilien. They had rode to Cair Andros, the last Gondorian outpost and had set out from there.
Faramir turned and looked to where he had come. Brania would, no doubt, be coming around the corner of the rocks soon. Taking his flint kit out of his pack, Faramir set about gathering deadwood from a small forest that was nearby. They would have a fire and cook the last of the meat they had brought with them tonight.
'Brania! Overhere!' Faramir shouted.
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 16, 2006 19:25:12 GMT
Brania came around the bend in the road as she heard her brother call out to her. She easily spotted the place where he had choosen as a campsite and agreed that it was a good spot. She kneed her horse to a stop, prefering the Elvish riding style of no reigns and no saddle. She had been given this horse by Rumil and they had trained it to Elvish style riding. The poor thing would probably bolt if you ever tried to put a saddle or briddle in his mouth.
Slidding down from his back, she walked over to her brother. "You want some fish for dinner and save the meat?" she asked calmly.
(remember, brother mine, you are still not happy with me)
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 16, 2006 20:13:23 GMT
Faramir dumped the wood he was holding down next to the area he had chosen to build the fire. He looked over his right shoulder as Brania came around the corner, riding her horse without saddle or briddle(sp?). He watched her for a moment before returned to notching the piece of wood he was holding with his knife.
'We have to use the meat tonight otherwise it will start to decompose,' Faramir said, matter of factly. 'But if you catch some fish and gut them, I can salt and pack them for another time.'
Faramir dropped the piece of wood he was holding and sighed. He had cut a gash in his thumb.
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 16, 2006 20:54:33 GMT
Brania nodded and turned her horse free to graze nearby. The stallion was never far away and knew better than to leave her. It was truely amazing that the Elves could teach creatures to do. Pulling of her pack, she leaned it againt one of the larger rocks and slid her sword enough out of her sheath to see the blade. It wasn't glowing, reassuring her that there were no Orcs in the immediate area.
Looking back up she noticed her brother was looking at his hand. Walking over, she saw that he was bleeding. "Here, let me see that," Brania said softly, taking his hand. It wasn't bad, as far as wounds went. She pulled a piece of white cloth from a pocket and held it to the gash. Once the bleeding stopped she could put some salve on it. Healing was her specialty.
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 23, 2006 2:44:00 GMT
Faramir allowed her to attend to his wound. It wasn't all that bad but a nick like that could be rather irritating when attempting to handle a swaord as the cut would just open and sting. Faramir opened up his tinder box and set about lighting the fire. Soon it was blazing and lit up a wide circle around Faramir.
He pulled the last of the meat out of his pack as well as some metal mesh. The mesh went over the fire and the meat went onto the mesh. The smell of the cooking meat was inviting, but it wasn't thoroughly cooked. He turned to Brania.
'Thank you for healing my finger,' Faramir said rather softly. He still wasn't all too happy with his sister, he wanted answers. 'Sit, and tell me of the happenings after you left us.'
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 23, 2006 13:04:42 GMT
She had been about to reply that the finger wasn't that big of a deal and she was glad to do it, when he half asked, half told her to tell him about the twenty years she had spent away from Gondor. He wanted to know some of the greatest pains and greatest joys in her life. Brania stared at the fire for several long moments, trying to decide where to start and how to start.
"I just ran," she said, in not much more than a whisper, "I couldn't think, couldn't reason. I just had to get away. There was no logical planning, no destination in mind. My head was still ringing from the last blows Ni-HE had given me and I twisted my ankle on one of the stair cases as I fled. I didn't even have the presence of mind to take a cloak ... and it was a cold night."
She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I made it to the river, turned north and just walked. I walked forver. I can't tell you how many days passed. I was still working only on instinct. I had to get away. That was it. I didn't think about eating, or drinking or sleep or the cold at night. Eventually, I collapsed on the edge of the river. And that's where the Elves found me, close to death from starvation and exposure."
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 25, 2006 2:17:01 GMT
Faramir listened intently to his sisters story of her escape from Gondor to the Elven kingdoms. There was one thing that had always bugged Faramir, and Boromir also, why Brania had never come to one of them. Faramir suspected that she was unable to get in touch with Boromir and that she possibly thought the Faramir wasn't daring enough to put his neck on the line for her. So, he wanted to find out.
'In all honesty, why did you not come to me? I knew you would be unable to reach Boromir, he was abroad far more than I, but did you think I not bold enough? Like the people of the City believed?'
Faramir, although he held no grudge against his late brother and always resented the fact that the entire peoples of Gondor had read his character incorrectly.
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on Jun 17, 2006 3:45:07 GMT
Brania shook her head as he asked the question. It must have been bothering him greatly for he had already asked her in Minas Tirth. The reason she had not gone to him was a simple one and had nothing to do with Faramir's bravery or courage or personality. It all had to do with Niko and the 'training' he had given her.
"I did not doubt your courage, my brother," she said in a soft but firm tone. "It is true I did not come to you, but it had nothing to do with you. N-Niko was very strict in his lessons. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone save him. Faramir if he knew...had found out that I had come to see you...I was afraid he would kill you. He beat a man for talking to me before. He told me to leave you alone, to your studies. After five years of his lessons...I couldn't have disobeyed."
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on Jun 20, 2006 22:25:48 GMT
Faramir looked down to the fire. It's dancing flames entranced him momentarily before he looked back over at his sister. 'I think that if Niko had tried to harm me I would have defeated him, wether it be a physical victory as Boromir would have done, or a victory of words such as Mithrandir is the master of. I would not have allowed him to continue to harm you.'
But the truth was, Faramir had not seen it until close to the point where she had ran away. Neither he nor Boromir was much aware of what went on behind the closed doors. Although, now, Faramir had an idea that Denethor had known, 'Do you think that Father knew what was going on?'
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on Jun 20, 2006 22:50:36 GMT
She picked up a stick and began to peel the bark off of it as she considered what her brother had told her. Maybe he would have won against Niko, maybe not. She hadn't even been sure that Boromir would have been safe against Niko and she couldn't have taken the chance. She loved her brothers so much that she couldn't risk Niko hurting them.
"Do I think Denethor knew?" she repeated, calling their father by his name, not as her father. She didn't think of him as her father. He hadn't earned that right. "I think he didn't care what Niko did as long as I wasn't in his way or in your or Boromir's way. He blamed me for mother's death...told me that on my 6th birthday."
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on Jun 22, 2006 17:10:26 GMT
'Then we are alike. Denethor did not care much for me either. He knew that I was just simply there as a back up to Boromir. If he were to die then at least there would be the other son to carry on the line of the Stewards,' Faramir said, quietly. 'It matters not, however, and we should not speak ill of those whom are dead, such as our father is. Even if that death was in madness.'
'You musn't blame the death on Mother upon yourself. I fear that it was the love of her lost land that killed her. The longer she stayed in Gondor, the more downtrodden she had appeared, so Boromir has told me.' Faramir smiled. 'We should remember the good things about her.'
Faramir turned the meat over with his knife and examined it. It wasn't thouroughly cooked yet so he let it be. 'Another week or so to Lorien. I fear that the King will need me back as soon as possible to command the men of the woods.'
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