"I see." Èowyn murmurs, the frown still furrowing her brows-- despite her words, she doesn't really see. Not truly. Though she can understand the former Steward's dislike toward the wizard, she cannot fathom him extending such mistrust to his own son as well. When Faramir's expression turns so palpably sad, she wants little more then than to reach out and grasp his hand in hers in comfort. Her fingers twitch as if rebelling against her better sense.
But then he goes on, and Èowyn inhales sharply in shock and affront. Yes, affront, she realizes; it takes her aback just how upset the thought of Denethor thinking so little of his second-born makes her. One is not supposed to think ill of the dead, but Èowyn can't help her indignation, though she does her best to tamp down on it. This is still Faramir's father they are speaking of, and she ought to rein in her temper.
"But... how could anyone possibly be unhappy with a son such as yourself?" she finally says, aghast. She finds that incomprehensible; Faramir is kind and wise, noble and brave-- surely no less than Boromir was, though she knew the elder brother not. Èowyn finds it difficult to picture a trait lacking in the man she's befriended in these Houses that would cause such censure from his father. "Your pardon, for I mean not to disrespect your father, but that is nothing less than a great injustice."
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Date: 2018-09-03 02:14 pm (UTC)But then he goes on, and Èowyn inhales sharply in shock and affront. Yes, affront, she realizes; it takes her aback just how upset the thought of Denethor thinking so little of his second-born makes her. One is not supposed to think ill of the dead, but Èowyn can't help her indignation, though she does her best to tamp down on it. This is still Faramir's father they are speaking of, and she ought to rein in her temper.
"But... how could anyone possibly be unhappy with a son such as yourself?" she finally says, aghast. She finds that incomprehensible; Faramir is kind and wise, noble and brave-- surely no less than Boromir was, though she knew the elder brother not. Èowyn finds it difficult to picture a trait lacking in the man she's befriended in these Houses that would cause such censure from his father. "Your pardon, for I mean not to disrespect your father, but that is nothing less than a great injustice."