[At first, the images that appeared from Faramir’s communicator were disjointed and unclear. A city under the cover of darkness and a group of weary defenders making their way silently towards the bank of a river. Then, suddenly, ferocious creatures - known as orcs in the common speech of Middle-earth - springing from their boats with bloodthirsty ( Read more... )

[It seemed that the community had the power to gaze into the soul's of those who visited it, drawing out the sins or virtues that lurked beneath the surface. In that respect, it was not unlike the One Ring. The time of Faramir's temptation has passed - he knew that he would not take it now, even if it was offered to him - but there had been a ( Read more... )

[Faramir crawled through the long grass on his stomach, concealed from his enemies by the tall plants. With the hand that was not gripping the hilt of his sword, he gestured to his men - all similarly attired, wearing cloaks of dark green and breast plates bearing the white tree of Gondor - to continue forward. They gained ground slowly, inching ( Read more... )

There are days when I cannot see the end of this war ( Read more... )

[The sun was rising over Minas Tirith and Faramir, his mountain eagle daemon perched on the wall at his side, watched the light washing across the white stones of the city with obvious affection. Gondor was his home. The people that were beginning their day in the city below him were his people. He liked to observe them from the gardens to remind ( Read more... )

[Faramir of Gondor had seen many strange things during his lifetime, but he had never seen anything like the communicator before. With a slight frown on his handsome features, he turned the device over and over in his hands.]

What manner of magic is this? It is like no sorcery I have seen before.

[It could only be sorcery, after all. The device ( Read more... )