I Will Be With You
by Orangeblossom Took
The air was cool and crisp and the sun was bright in the blue sky above
a gleaming white city. The tall, dark-haired man walking to the tomb of
the Stewards thought that is was a fitting day for, although his task
was one that could bring sorrow, it could also be comforting.
Eve though he had less reason than most for following this autumnal
custom, he decided to do it this year. He had been so busy leading the
rebuilding of Osiligarth and with his new bride, who made him smile
just to think of her, that he had not seen his native city since the
coronation of the king.
Faramir walked toward the tomb of the Stewards with a basket full of
the last of the autumn roses; yellows and whites, pinks and reds.
Beregil followed him with a bucket of soapy water and a rag. The loyal
guard had a look of consternation on his face.
“My lord,” he said, “are you sure this is a good idea? Lord Boromir
does not lie here and there are only the worst of memories for you in
The Prince of Ithilien sighed and replied, “Your concern is
appreciated, Beregil, but I need to do this. King Elessar caused a
monument to be erected in Boromir’s memory, even if his body does not
lie within. I have not seen it. Also, my mother does lie here, though
it has been many years since her passing. I know you are afraid to
leave my side but please wait outside while I pay my respects.”
“As you will, my Lord,” said Beregil, “but King and Wizard bade me to
look after you and guard you, I take that to mean guarding you from any
harm, and I take reliving that pyre as dire harm. Right outside the
door is as far as I go.”
Faramir took the bucket in his free hand and Beregil held the door for
him as he entered this city of the dead. The scorch marks had been
cleaned away and the stench of burnt flesh was long gone. Fresh flowers
adorned many tombs and the smell of incense was in the air. Today was a
day to honor the dead.
Boromir’s monument was placed near their mother’s tomb. A tree etched
in silver with a trumpeter on either side was carved on the white
marble. His mother had lilies and swans on her grave.
His father had no tomb here. As a suicide and a would-be murderer,
Aragorn would not allow him to rest on sacred ground. He noticed that
his hands had started trembling and he thought he could smell burning
over the flowers and incense, then he remember what Eowyn had told him
before he left.
She said, “If you must do this love, think fondly of your mother and of
Boromir. Talk to them, sing to them. That is what the Rohirrim do at
the graves of our loved ones. They are always with you. Talk to them
and they will hear you.”
So, he talked to Boromir first. He told him about Eowyn. “You would
like her, brother. You would say she has spirit.” He told him about
rebuilding and about how much he missed him.
Strangely, once he started talking to Boromir, he did not feel sad and
his hands stopped shaking. He felt as if his brother was standing there
beside him, replying to him and about to grab him up in a bear hug and
say, “I missed you too, little brother.” He remember Boromir’s laugh
and the way his eyes twinkled when he told a joke and the way he always
poured salt on his food before even tasting it.
Faramir remembered something Pippin had told him. Hobbits sang and
danced and drank after a funeral. He thought Pippin had called it a
“Wake” and the Hobbit had sung him a silly tune about a drop of spirits
falling on the supposed corpse and waking him up. Hobbits even danced
around waving their handkerchiefs. There was a less jocular song Pippin
taught him about the fading of day and Faramir sang it as he scrubbed
the family tombs.