Letters from Faramir
Things ran not smoothly nor as I wished last night. Father finally bade
me leave him and I was grateful for I was deathly tired. I could hardly
stand. Much to my chagrin, I swayed when I rose to leave and had to
clutch the arm of Father’s chair to keep from falling. There was some
malaise upon me. In this morning’s light, it would seem to have been
some breath of evil lain upon me during the Nazgul attack. And Father
saw my weakness. It seems even the littlest thing does not pass his
scrutiny. And even my body conspire against me in my dealings with him!
You would have laughed and eased the tension, my Brother. I missed your
warmth – the clear knowledge of your support. How you ever survived
Father’s demands, without becoming ill tempered, arrogant and cruel, I
will never know. Mother knew he named you Boromir in hopes that you
would exceed your namesake’s deeds, thus honoring him before men.
Mayhap that is why Mother was able to keep Father at arms length from
me, so that I would be free for my studies and my music. Dearest
Boromir, you took the brunt of Father’s ego. You kept me free. But I am
no longer free. He would use me to his will and his purposes.
As weary as I was last night, I saw Mithrandir grip the arms of his
chair as I told of my meeting with the Halfing and of Frodo’s resolve
to go to Cirith Ungol after he left Ithilien. Becoming quite agitated –
more so than I have ever seen him - Mithrander jumped from his chair
shouting at me, ‘what day! what time!’ that I thought Frodo had arrived
there. A great unease filled my heart and shivers ran down my body, yet
I realized that the darkness now upon us started before the Halfling
and his companion could ever have reached Cirith Ungol and I assured
Mithrandir of that fact.
At this, Father became extremely angry with me. His voice was full of
contempt as I finished my tale. He deemed I paid more attention to
Mithrandir’s opinion than to his. There seems to be a hatred there,
even a fear of Mithrandir or something associated with him. I do not
know why or what the history is that has caused this.
Boromir, Father knows what Frodo carries! I am stunned. He was furious
when he discovered I had let the Halfling go and become incensed when
he realized I knew what Frodo carried and its import. He accused me of
putting this Halfling's undertaking above the good of Gondor, that I
was more concerned with what Mithrandir deemed necessary than what
Father would command. And Boromir, he is right, Eru forgive me.
Father’s ways are for Gondor alone, but since speaking with the
Ringbearer, I see more clearly now. This evil does not assail Gondor
only, but all of Middle Earth. Mithrandir sees this and understands it.
His excitement, or mayhap fear, as I detailed my meeting with Frodo has
convinced me that what I surmised is true – that the fate of all Middle
Earth rests on this one creature – this Halfling.
I have not been subject to such scorn, such bitter words from Father as
I was by the end of last night's meeting, Boromir. I have long known of
his disdain for me, his utter lack of faith in any ability I might
have, but he finally said what I have felt these past weeks, since your
Horn was brought to him – that he wishes that I had died in your place.
I was surprised at my calm as he bespoke these words, thought the
thought of it now brings tears to my eyes and wounds my heart. But
these tears are for you, Boromir, not for Father. In the deepest
recesses of my heart, this is my wish too - that you were here. I would
gladly accept death to have you here. Your loss is beyond
comprehension, beyond endurance. I am so much less without you. Forgive
me; I know these words will make you angry. I can almost see you scowl;
your anger crackles in my mind as I think on your response. Oh what you
would have said to Father! My dearest brother, dearest champion,
dearest protector, dearest friend. Boromir, my heart cries out to you.
If only you could hear me. If only you would come home. My grief is so
great and seems to be growing instead of diminishing. Forgive my
I must away now. Father has sent for me and I must clear my mind. I
would that you were with me. I will use the strength of your love in
this next meeting. I am grateful I awoke early to spend this time with
you. I fear he will send me back to Ithilien immediately and I had so
hoped to spend some time with the Halfling. Mithrandir whisked him away
last night before I was able to speak with him. The rumour that this
Halfling had been with you at the last – it consumes my thoughts. But
there was no time to meet last night. I vowed I would meet him first
thing this morning, before any other task, but here I am – summoned to
appear before Father and again my hopes are dashed. I know not who else
has been so summoned, but it does not bode well with me. There is some
evil in this beloved place, some force of power that I do not