Date: 2018-11-18 05:11 pm (UTC)
whattheydefend: (+ lordly)
He grimaces very faintly, shrugging. "It will be a mix, I believe. Most will be ready and willing to welcome him, for he is as a figure out of legend to them, the more as he will seem to have been the architect of Sauron's destruction, even should the full truth be known. There are many among the nobles who will be less quick to accept, but I think they will have little choice--and in truth I intend to allow them very little leeway to contest it. The more so as the only means by which they might legitimately protest would be in retaining me as the Steward, and I will make it very clear I am not to be thus used."

There is no question where Faramir's loyalty lies, in this. There never was. He stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing one atop the other. The fact that he will not be easily led alone will cause consternation, for there are many in Gondor's councils who have seen only the face he showed there, quiet and unassuming and obedient to the will of his father, the precedent of his brother. None who ever served him in the field would be thus ignorant, but finding that Faramir has a will of his own, and that it is as adamantine as Denethor's ever was in some respects, will take no few people by surprise. He does not look forward to those inevitable clashes, but they must be done.

He sighs a little, closing his eyes. "A further complication is that Aragorn is not unknown in Minas Tirith after all, I have been informed. Long ago he was here under another name, and served my grandfather--and won a decisive victory and great reknown in so doing. That will both aid and hinder him, I suspect, between those who remember and laud his accomplishments from the time and those who will deem actions done under an assumed name to be suspicious. I forsee a great deal of political manuevering ahead. At least it will be to a worthy end."

And so very, very preferable to the alternatives, where he might now be leading a complete evacuation of the city, striving to get the few survivors as far away as possible, that the race of Men might live a while longer...even if only a while.

He turns his head and looks at her. "But you look troubled, Éowyn. Do you fear for your brother? For I am sure he lives. It is true I have no proof of it, but still I am certain."
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