[Faramir has never known how to reach the Library. He goes to sleep and wakes there, or steps through a doorway and finds himself somewhere entirely different from where he meant to be. By now he accepts it as a thing entirely out of his control, for all that he mislikes the fact, and rarely more than now. Bad enough that he cannot go to her; worse that he cannot even go to the place where they might meet. It is as though they are seperated by two worlds, as if one were not enough.]
Melda--
While I am ever glad to know you are safe and whole, I think there is much you have not said, and that worries me much. Can you not tell me what has happened to upset you so? It must have been extraordinary to disturb a heart as valiant as yours.
[Faramir is skilled at reading between the lines. The Prince is called by full title, not by name, and it is no great jump of logic to know that he is the heart of whatever ails her. Hamlet has not been spoken of between them in great depth, for Faramir could well perceive the tangle of complicated, unresolved emotions there, and judged himself not impartial enough to aid Ophelia in untangling them. And even before they met she was distincing herself from Hamlet, by her father's wishes, and seemed...not entirely unhappy to be doing so, if saddened by the necessity.]
I am returned to Ithilien, and much on the move. I think there will not often be leisure for conversations such as we have sometimes managed in this book. But I will look for your letters every day, and think of you every minute. As I already do.
I would we were together in the garden, surrounded by nasturtiums. Whenever I close my eyes, the calm of that place and your presence enfolds me. Victory in battle--they were too late to help my brother, but I hope they will aid us, in the various battle we wage, I on the field and you in the court. But the only complete victory would be to be reunited with you.
Take utmost care, Ophelia, and do not neglect yourself even as you try to ease those around you. And know that I am ever and always,
Melda = beloved, he'll tell her that sometime in the other thread
Melda--
While I am ever glad to know you are safe and whole, I think there is much you have not said, and that worries me much. Can you not tell me what has happened to upset you so? It must have been extraordinary to disturb a heart as valiant as yours.
[Faramir is skilled at reading between the lines. The Prince is called by full title, not by name, and it is no great jump of logic to know that he is the heart of whatever ails her. Hamlet has not been spoken of between them in great depth, for Faramir could well perceive the tangle of complicated, unresolved emotions there, and judged himself not impartial enough to aid Ophelia in untangling them. And even before they met she was distincing herself from Hamlet, by her father's wishes, and seemed...not entirely unhappy to be doing so, if saddened by the necessity.]
I am returned to Ithilien, and much on the move. I think there will not often be leisure for conversations such as we have sometimes managed in this book. But I will look for your letters every day, and think of you every minute. As I already do.
I would we were together in the garden, surrounded by nasturtiums. Whenever I close my eyes, the calm of that place and your presence enfolds me. Victory in battle--they were too late to help my brother, but I hope they will aid us, in the various battle we wage, I on the field and you in the court. But the only complete victory would be to be reunited with you.
Take utmost care, Ophelia, and do not neglect yourself even as you try to ease those around you. And know that I am ever and always,
your Faramir