by Onóno Laivindur
Faramir lay sweating in mid-Winter and restless night after night in
his chambers. Sleeplessness was not the problem it was his dreams,
dreams of Boromir every night calling to him from afar, haunting him.
Eowyn knew of his torment, saw the changes in his demeanor and worried
silently for a time.
“Will you not reveal your troubles to the King? Perhaps he could
heal you from this torment.” Eowyn pleaded with Faramir time after time
to no avail it seemed.
“I cannot endure this much longer and will heed your advice my
love. I shall set out for Minas Tirith on the morrow.” Faramir smiled
for her trying to belay her worry and fear.
As the six riders approached the White City with their banners of
Ithilien unfurled, the watch upon the walls heralded their coming with
A throng of people waited before the gates to welcome the Prince of
Ithilien and news of his coming raced through the seven levels of the
King Elessar sent a herald to escort the Prince to the Great Hall
and bade the kitchen to prepare a banquet in his honor for mid-day and
a feast for supper.
The entire court was present for his welcome and as Faramir and his
Ranger Captains stood and bowed before the King of Gondor he looked up
and whispered, “You honor me much but in this hour I have need of
private counsel my King.”
King Elessar made one sweeping motion with his hand and the court
“Tell me my friend, what troubles you so?” Aragorn asked and stepped
forward and embraced his friend.
“Boromir. It is Boromir that troubles me and haunts my dreams
nightly. I have no rest and no one else to turn too about such a close
matter. Can you heal me of this pain as you healed me last year of
wounds? Faramir spoke in tears, as his emotions could no longer be held
in check over the thoughts of his brother whom he loved more than any
“You come to me now after so long a time? Do you know that it was a
year ago that he died?” Aragorn asked and was interrupted.
“It is and also a year since I saw his funeral boat pass me by in
the Anduin. Yes I know. It is consuming me.” Faramir shuddered and sat
at the table beginning to weep openly.
Aragorn stood behind him and placed his hands upon Faramir’s trembling
“You are not alone. I too have been visited by Boromir.”
Faramir turned and looked up into Aragorn’s eyes searching. “What do
you make of this then?”
“We have not forgotten him, but we have not remembered him, not as
we should.” Aragorn now whispered and tore his gaze from Faramir. Tears
welling in his eyes as he remembered his last moment with Boromir.
“We need to build a place of honor for him.” Aragorn and Faramir said
as one and clasped their arms together as a vow.
“Where would you suggest?” Aragorn asked.
“Osgiliath!” Faramir almost shouted, “It must be in Osgiliath, the
jewel of Gondor.”
“And so it shall be. An obelisk of the finest white marble and set
atop the flag of Gondor shall ever wave. Would that ease your mind and
please your brothers spirit?” Aragorn smiled.
Yes my King, yes, it brings me peace at the very thought and a
fitting tribute to my brother, ever the Sword Arm of Gondor. Thank you
my King, my friend.” Faramir knelt and taking the Kings left hand
kissed his ring.
“Come my friend. Let us bring in the people and celebrate this day
together with them and make plans for the restoration of Osgiliath and
the building of the monument to your brother and my friend, Boromir.”
Aragorn put his arm around Faramir and they opened the doors of the
Great Hall and welcomed in the nobles and ladies of Gondor together.