Outside the stables - Afternoon
Faramir would have preferred to have started his journey in the morning, but he had remained to attend his class today. He'd donned the Ranger's armour and had retrieved his bow, quiver and sword from the armoury. The saddlebags he settled across Baru's back were surprisingly heavy, filled with bottles of whiskey, chocolate and other gifts that Boromir would enjoy. Some useful, others pure for pleasure. There was one small box containing a fountain pen for his father, but Faramir did not know how it would be received.
He did not know how he would be received. The visit was unannounced and while he should wait for his father's summons, he needed to see the walls of Minas Tirith. Most memories of the past weekend had faded, but the feeling of dread which had grown in him since he had met Beren, did not. It was ever present and he wished to look upon his brother and his father. Perhaps then, the dreams of Númenor disappearing beneath a great wave would leave him be.
[Open as the boy prepares for his trip home.]
He did not know how he would be received. The visit was unannounced and while he should wait for his father's summons, he needed to see the walls of Minas Tirith. Most memories of the past weekend had faded, but the feeling of dread which had grown in him since he had met Beren, did not. It was ever present and he wished to look upon his brother and his father. Perhaps then, the dreams of Númenor disappearing beneath a great wave would leave him be.
[Open as the boy prepares for his trip home.]