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Faramir, Captain of Gondor ([personal profile] whattheydefend) wrote in [community profile] faemused 2018-12-29 09:15 pm (UTC)

There is naught to forgive.

[A quiet, courtly phrase, but clearly meant. He continues holding her, stroking at her hair, guessing what he can of what has passed. He is perceptive, is Faramir, and some of the pieces presented are obvious to interpret: she is well dressed, even by her usual standards, enough that she must have been attending some sort of formal event. Her hair was up but has fallen partly loose in her flight, and his own ministrations have loosened it further; he has gathered a few jeweled pins, to return to her later. The sheer violence of her grief, so great and so fervent, can have only one source. The only question is what Hamlet has done. More than harsh words, this time, it is certain.]

Would you speak of it?

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