It is a pleasant, quiet afternoon, one that no doubt the Warden would approve. Having said so much to each other they now find it easier to merely be silent at times, for they are comfortable enough with each other's presence to not find that silence a weight or an awkward tension. That is a welcome thing, and one that Faramir thinks would not have been the case even a few days ago.
But Eowyn is still a little restless, impatient to meet with her countryman, and Faramir is all too aware of how much work awaits him, for all that he is limited in what he can do. She goes to meet with Èothain, he with Hurin of the Keys, who is acting his part in the ordering of the city during his incapacitation.
It is a long, difficult meeting. To Hurin, Faramir intends to tell the truth of his father's death. But it does not surprise him to learn that the man already knows, having heard it from the servants, and having held that knowledge until he judged Faramir more ready to hear. It saves him a painful repetition of the story, though it makes the meeting no less difficult. Hurin, entirely loyal to the city and to the line of Stewards, was not blind to the difficulties between father and son, and has known Faramir since boyhood. They both have much to grieve.
And much to arrange. The House of the Stewards is burned, beyond any repair; but the area must be cleaned. Hurin strongly advises Faramir to leave it in his hands, and to attend to different matters in the city. Reuctantly, but knowing this is wisdom, he agrees.
They talk together for much longer than the hour the Warden had allotted them, putting together plans for all eventualities. The city's defense, its further evacuation, its recovery...when whatever blow they await falls, whether it is the smashing of a hammer or the breaking of a chain, they will need to act quickly, which means plans must be ready to be acted on in advance, not thrown together at the last moments.
Faramir does not remember eating his supper, though an empty plate at the end of the meeting is evidence that he did. When he finally parts from Hurin he goes for a walk, but avoids the people of the House, choosing instead fresh air and solitude. It is dark, but what is the dark to a Ranger of Ithilien? Even with the moon covered, it is nothing to cross the garden paths until he reaches the wall overlooking the city. There he stands for some time, looking down at the torches and firelight and shadows.
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She can find him here or when he comes back, take your pick.
Date: 2018-10-23 10:24 pm (UTC)But Eowyn is still a little restless, impatient to meet with her countryman, and Faramir is all too aware of how much work awaits him, for all that he is limited in what he can do. She goes to meet with Èothain, he with Hurin of the Keys, who is acting his part in the ordering of the city during his incapacitation.
It is a long, difficult meeting. To Hurin, Faramir intends to tell the truth of his father's death. But it does not surprise him to learn that the man already knows, having heard it from the servants, and having held that knowledge until he judged Faramir more ready to hear. It saves him a painful repetition of the story, though it makes the meeting no less difficult. Hurin, entirely loyal to the city and to the line of Stewards, was not blind to the difficulties between father and son, and has known Faramir since boyhood. They both have much to grieve.
And much to arrange. The House of the Stewards is burned, beyond any repair; but the area must be cleaned. Hurin strongly advises Faramir to leave it in his hands, and to attend to different matters in the city. Reuctantly, but knowing this is wisdom, he agrees.
They talk together for much longer than the hour the Warden had allotted them, putting together plans for all eventualities. The city's defense, its further evacuation, its recovery...when whatever blow they await falls, whether it is the smashing of a hammer or the breaking of a chain, they will need to act quickly, which means plans must be ready to be acted on in advance, not thrown together at the last moments.
Faramir does not remember eating his supper, though an empty plate at the end of the meeting is evidence that he did. When he finally parts from Hurin he goes for a walk, but avoids the people of the House, choosing instead fresh air and solitude. It is dark, but what is the dark to a Ranger of Ithilien? Even with the moon covered, it is nothing to cross the garden paths until he reaches the wall overlooking the city. There he stands for some time, looking down at the torches and firelight and shadows.