A Faramir Story
Eomer and wife Lothiriel and their son Elfwine came to visit Faramir
and Eowyn. As they were there, Faramir told the boys Elfwine and
Elboron the story of Gondor. Eowyn and Eomer and Lothiriel sat down to
listen as well.
It all start in the Year 2 with: Isildur plants a seeding of the White
Tree in Minas Anor. He delivers the South-kingdom to Meneldil. Disaster
of the Gladden Feilds: Isildur and his tree elder sons are slain.
Dad asked Elboron, "Is that why we still have the White Three in
Gondor?" Faramir smiled at his son and said, "Yes son that is why, but
then Gondor went through some hard times, and things happen." Uncle
Faramir, "What happen?" asked Elfwine.
Well in the year of 1636. The Great Plague devastates Gondor. Death of
King Telemnar and his children. The White Tree dies in Minas Anor. The
plague spreads north and west, and many parts of Eriador becaome
desolate. Beyond the Baranduin the Periannath survive, but suffer great
loss. And in the year 1640 King Tarondor removes the King's House to
Minas Anor, plants a seedling of the White Tree. Osgiliath begins to
fall into ruin. Mondor is left unguarded. In 1810 King Telumbhtar
Umbardacil retakes Umbar and drives out the Corsairs. In 1851 the
attacks of the Wainriders upon Gondor begin, and in 1856 Gondor loses
its eastern territories, and Narmacil 11 falls in battle. And then in
1899 King Calimehtar defeats the Wainriders on Dagorlad. In 1900
Calimehtar builds the White Tower in Minas Anor, and in 1940 Gondor and
Arnor renew communications and form an alliance. Arvedui weds Firiel
daugther of Ondoher of Gondor.In 1944 Ondoher falls in battle. Earnil
defeats the enemy in South Ithilien. He then wins the battle of the
Camp, and drives Wainriders inot the Dead Marshes. Arvedui claims the
crown of Gondor. But in 1945 Earnil 11 receives the crown.
Eowyn says, "I think that it is time for lunch." "But mom the story is
not done." Elboron says, "Yea Aunt Eowyn, Uncle Faramir is not done
telling the story," said Elfwine. Eomer started to laugh and said,
"Boys after we eat lunch then Faramir can finish his story." Elfwine
says, "You know Elfwine it is going to take forever. Our parents can
talk forever," said Elboron. Lothiriel overheard the boys talking and
started to giggle at the boys. Eowyn smiled at the boys and told them
to sit and eat. Well lunch took longer then the boys wanted and they
kept asking their parents if they were done eating. Faramir started to
laugh and said that they should have some patience. Eomer started to
laugh and said, "I think the Uncle Faramir can go on with his story."
"YEA" said the boys together, Lothiriel and Eowyn just laughed. So they
all gathered in the sitting room and the boys sitting on the floor by
"Where was I" said Faramir. Well then the year of 2043 Earmur becaomes
King of Gondor. He is challenged by the Witch-King and then in 2050 the
challenge is renewed. Earnur rides to Minas Morgul and is lost. Mardil
becomes the first Ruling Steward. In 2475 attack on Gondor renewed.
Osgiliath finally ruined, and its stone-bridge broken. Eomer speaks up
and then in the year of 2758 Rohan attacked from west and east and
overrun. Gondor attacked by fleets of Corsairs. Helm of Rohan takes
refuge in Helm's Deep. Wulf seizes Edoras: 2758-2759. The long Winter
follows. Great suffering and loss of life in Eriador and Rohan. Still
in 2759 Death of Helm, Frealaf drives Wulf, and begins second line of
Kings of the Mark.
And then in 2852, Faramir starts to talk again, Belecthor 11 of Gondor
die. The White Tree dies, and no seedling can be found, the dead tree
is left standing. Elfwine said, "Uncle Faramir why is the White Tree
dying so much?" Faramir said, "Each time a King dies so does the tree."
Elboron said, "The White Tree can't stay alive even if there is a
Steward?" Faramir said,"No it is the tree for the King." In 2885
stirred up by emissaries of Sauron the Haradrim cross the Poros and
attacks Gondor. The sons of Folcwine of Rohan are slain in the service
In the year of 2930 my father Denethor was born to my grandfather
Ecthelion, and in 2976 Denethor married my mother Finduilas of Dol
Amrith. And in 2978 my brohter Boromir was born and in 2983 I was born.
And in 2984 the death of my grandfather and then my father becomes the
Steward of Gondor. and in 2988 my mother died. Now for some more
history of the people of Gondor.
There was a last of alliance of elf's and men, they went to fight the
evil of Middle Earth. The Elven-King and Elendil of Westernesse who
overthrow Sauron, though they themselves perished in the deed; and
Isildur Elendil's son cut the Ring from Sauran's hand and took it for
him own. Then Sauron was vanquished and his spirit fled and was hidden
for long years; until his shadow took shape again in Mirkwood. In
Arthedain the line of Isildur was maintainted and endured, but the line
soon perished in Cardolan and Rhudaur. There was often strife between
the kingdoms, which hastened the waning of the Dunedain. The chief
matter of debate was the posssession of the Weather Hills and the land
westward towards Bree. Both Rhudaur and Cardolan desired to possiss
Amon Sul (Weathertop), which stood on the borders of their realms; for
the Tower of Amon Sul held the chief Palantir of the North, and the
other two were both in the keeping of Arthedain.
Isildur was marching north along the east banks of the River, and near
Gladden Fields he was waylaid by the Orcs of the Mountains, and almost
all his folk were slain. He leaped into the waters, but the Ring
slipped from his finger as he swim, and then the Orcs saw him and
killed him with arrows. So dad, "The ring was losted in the Great
River, Auduin." said Elboron. "Yes, the ring passed out of all
knowledge and legend." said Faramir. "Uncle Faramir, were you kin to
Isildur?" asked Elfwine. Faramir smiled, "No I was not kin to Isildur,
"How did grandfather Denethor became the Steward of Gondor?" asked
Elboron. The House of the Stewards was called the House of Hurin, for
they were descendants of the Steward of King Minardil, (1621-14). Hurin
of Emyn Arnen, a man of high Numenorean race. After his day the kings
had always chosen their stewards from among his decendants; and after
the days of Pelendur the Stewardship became hereditary as a kingship,
from father to son or neatest kin.
Each new Steward indeed took office with the oath to hold rod and rule
in the name of the king, until he shall return. But these soon became
words of ritual little heeded, for the Steward exercised all the power
of he kings. Yet many in Gondor sill believed that the king would
indeed return in some time to come; and some remembered the ancient
line of the North, which it was rumoured still lived on in the shadows.
But against such thoughts the Ruling Stewards hardened their hearts.
Nonetheless the Stewards never sat on the ancient throne; and they wore
no crown, and held no sceptre. They bore a white rod only as the token
of their office; and their banner was white without charge; but the
royal banner had been sable,upon which was displayed a white tree in
blossom beneath seven stars.
"What number Steward was Denethor?" asked Elfwine. My father was the
twenty-sixth Steward. "Was Boromir to follow Denethor footsteps?" asked
Elfwine. "Yes he would of," said Faramir. Boromir was a great captain,
he was noble and fair of face, a man strong in body and in will.
Faramir had tears in his eyes talking about his brother. Eowyn put her
arms around him and asked him if he was ok. Faramir wiped his eyes and
said that he is ok and will go on with the story. Eowyn said that it
was time for a break and some tea. So Eowyn and Lothiriel went to make
tea. Eomer told the boys to and wash up, and he went to Faramir and sat
by him. Eomer put his arms on Faramir's shoulder and asked him he was
sure that he was ok and wanted to go on with the story. Faramir said
that he wanted to go on, he Elboron to know the history of Gondor.
After tea they once again gathered in the sitting room and Faramir
started his story again. When Denethor became Steward (2984) he proved
a masterful lord, holding the rule of all things in his own hand. He
said little, he listened to counsel, and then followed his own mind. He
had married late (2976), taking as wife Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil
of Dol Amroth. She was a lady of great beauty and gentle heart, but
before twelve years had passed she died. Denethor loved her, in his
fashion, more dearly than any other, unless it were the elder of the
sons that she bore. But it seemed to men that she withered in the
guarded city, as a flower of the seaward values set upon a barren rock.
The shadow in he east filled her with horror, and she turned her eyes
ever south to the sea that she missed. After her death Denethor becsme
more grim and silent than before, and would sit long alone in his tower
deep in though, forseeing that the assault of Mordor would come in his
It was afterwards believed that needing knowledge, but being proud, and
trusting in his own strength of will, he dared to look in the plantir
of the White Tower. None of the Stewards had dared to do this, nor even
the kings Earnil and Earnur, after the fall of Minas Ithil when the
palantir of Isildur came into the hands of the Enemy; for the Stone of
Minas Tirith was the palantir of Anarion, most close in accord with the
one that Sauron possessed. "Dad what did the palantir saw grandfather?"
asked Elboron. "Yea uncle Faramir what could Denethor see in that
palantir thing?" asked Elfwine.
In this way Denenthor gained his great knowledge of things that passed
in his realm, and far beyond his borders, at which men marvelled; but
he bought the knowledge dearly, being aged before his time by his
contest with the will of Sauron. This pride increased in Denethor
together with despair, until he saw in all the deeds of that time only
a single combat between the Lord of the White Tower and the Lord of the
Barad-dur, and mistrusted all others who resisted Sauron, unless they
served himself alone.
So time drew on the War of the Ring, and Boromir and I grew to manhood.
Boromir, five years the elder, beloved by our father, was like him in
face and pride, but in little else. Rather he was a man after the sort
of King Earnur of old, taking no wife and delighting chiefly in arms;
fearless and strong, but caring little for lore, save the tales of old
battles. I was younger was like him looks but otherwise in mine. He
read the hearts of men as shrewdly as our father, but what he read
moved him sooner to; pity than to scorn. He was gentle in bearing, and
a lover of lore and of music, and therefore by many in those days his
courage was judged less than his brother's. But it was not so, except
that he did not seek glory in danger without a purpose.
But there was great love between Boromir and myself, Boromir was my
helper and protector since childhood. There was no jealousy or rivalry
between us, but Boromir was father's favor. It did not seem possible to
me that any one in Gondor could rival Boromir, heir of Denethor,
Captain of the White Tower; and of like mind was Boromir. Yet it proved
otherwise at the test. But of all that befell these three in the War of
the Ring much is said elsewhere. And after the War the days of the
Ruling Stewards came to an end; for the heir of Isildur and Anarion
returned and the kingship was renewed, and the standard of the White
Tree flew once more from the Tower of Ecthelion.
"Uncle Faramir, how did Boromir died?" asked Elfwine. I found out by
Pippin that Boromir had died protecting him and Merry from the orcs.
But I hear the horn of Gondor blowing and knew that Borormir was in
troble, but did not know where he was. I sat at night by the waters of
Anduin, in the grey dark under the young pale moon, watching the
ever-moving stream; and the sad reeds were rustling. So do we ever
watch the shores nigh Osgiliath, which out ememies now partly hold, and
issue from it harry our lands. But that night all the world slept at
the midnight hour. Then I saw, or it seemed that I saw, a boat floating
on the water, glimmering grey, a small boat of a strange fashion with a
high prow, and there was none to row or steer it. An awe fell on me,
for a pale light was round it. But I rose and went to the bank, and
began to bank, and began to walk out into the stream, for I was drawn
towards it. Then the boat turned towards me, and stayed its pace, and
floated slowly by within my hand's reach, yet I durst not handle it. It
waded deep under my gaze that it was almost filled with clear water,
from which came the light; and lapped in the water a warrior lay sleep.
A broken sword was on his knee. I saw many wounds on him. It was
Boromir, my brother, dead I knew his gear, his sword, his beloved face.
One thing only I missed: his horn. One thing only I knew not: a fair
belt, as it were of linked golden leaves, about his waist Boromir! I
cried. Where is thy horn? But he was gone, the boat turned into the
stream and passed glimmering on into the night. Dreamlike it was, and
yet no dream, for there was no waking, and I do not doubt that he was
dead and has passed down the River to the Sea. "Uncle Faramir that is
so sad." said Elfwine. "Dad did you cry for uncle Boromir?" asked
Elboron. "Yes it was hard and I wept for my brother, for he was the
only that loved me." said Faramir.
"Dad tell us about Frodo and ring?" said Elboron. "Do not get tried of
hearing that story Elboron," laugh Faramir. Ok the story of Frodo and
the ring. We got Frodo and Sam at glades of Ithilien, which anyone is
caught on the land of Gondor they are to die. Frodo told me that he had
a task to do and that I needed to let him go. I told him, "I should
take you back to Minas Tirith to answer there to Denethor, and my life
will justly be forfeit, if I now choose a course that proves ill for my
city. So I will not decide in haste what is to be done. Yet we must
move hence without more delay." But you let Frodo and Sam go though did
you not uncle Faramir?" asked Elfwine.
I did not let Frodo and Sam go instead we blindfolded them as they
could not see the way we were going. For we were going to Window of the
Sunset, Henneth Annun fairest of all falls of Ithilien, land of many
fountains. There were only to ways out, one was passage yonder by which
we entered and the hobbits were blindfolded and then the second way was
through the Window-curtain into a deep bowl filled with knives of
stone. So I Knew that they could not get out. Frodo told me about
Boromir and about Gandlaf's fall and the Elf's of Lothlorien. Sam had
mention the Ring by mistake and Frodo was very upset over this. I said
that this is the answer to all the Riddles. The One Ring that was
thought to have perished from the world. And Boromir had tried to take
the Ring from Frodo.
And here in the wild I have you: two halflings, and the host of men at
my call, and the Ring of Rings. A pretty stroke of fortune! A chance
for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality! Ha! He stood up,
very tall and stern, his grey eyes glinting. But then I started to
laugh and sit back down, and said not if I found it on the highway
would I take it I said. Well Frodo now at last we understand one
another, I said to him. If you took this thing on yourself, unwilling,
at others asking, thenyou have pity and honour from me. and I marved at
you: to keep it hid and not to use it. You are new people and a new
world to me, arey all your kin of like sort? Your land must be a realm
of peace and content, and there must garderners be in high honour. For
Frodo task was to destory the ring at Mount Doom. And then Sam told me
that I had shown my quality; the very highest, and I Smiled at him. As
it was I let Frodo and Sam go. "Uncle Faramir I just love that story"
"Well it is late boys and you sure be getting ready for bed," said
Faramir. "But dad there is more to the history," cried Elboron. Eowyn
said, "Yes there is but your father can tell you and Elfwine more
later, now you both go and get ready for bed."