My Sword Weeps
by Agape4Rivendell
Epilogue
Boromir, my friend,
We met the healer from the North; Aragorn he calls himself though some
say he is the mighty Thorongil returned; he was able to heal our
Faramir. Your brother is well on the road to recovery and for that I am
most grateful. I have tried to fulfill my oath to you, my friend, my
brother, by taking as much care as I could of Faramir. I now consider
my oath fulfilled, as much as I am able. I have another oath, Boromir,
that is even stronger than the oath I made to you - and that is to my
people, to my land, and to my father.
We are finished with this part of our journey. Éomund,
Erkenbrand
and I are on our way to Edoras. I had hoped to have the company come to
my home, to relax and heal without the pressures that are so rife in
Minas Tirith. My father would greet all with joy and kindness. Ever was
your father friend to those of the Mark; father would have responded in
kind. Unfortunately, we have received no notice of the traitor in
Meduseld; therefore, Indis deems it wiser to return to Minas Tirith.
She will go in force this time; Captain Durahil refuses to let her
return without a full escort. I deem that wise. It will be interesting
to explain the sudden appearance of Faramir, but the people's joy at
his recovery should lessen any questions posed.
I must go to Edoras, Boromir, as heir, and do my duty to my people.
I will not, however, forget Faramir, nor be inconstant in my attention
to his welfare. However, Indis is with him - and he has his Uncle
Imrahil, who is most devoted to him. I am putting aside my own regret
at not being able to be next to Faramir for the rest of his life, but
understand that, even if you still lived, you would not be able to do
that either. Duty calls us to different paths.
The healer from the north has gone - along with his strange
companions. Never have I met an Elf. I found the experience -
unforgettable. Somehow, I wish our paths crossed more often, for I find
them exciting to be around. I found the man very interesting. He spoke
our language, and the language of Gondor, and he spoke with the Elves
in their language. I would learn the language of the Elves, if I could.
I liked Aragorn very much. You would have too.
My heart is full of sadness, Boromir, for the end of our journey brings
to mind the beginning, so long ago when your father was murdered. We
shared so much and had such fun in the snow. I will always hold your
confidence in me and your love for me close to my heart. To have had it
end the way it did will grieve me all my days. I will never forget you
nor your friendship. Not many have the blessing of such a friend.
You will always be with me, my friend, my brother,
Théodred
Son of Théoden King
For a moment, the lad lowered his head and tears fell. After a
time, he stood and walked to the camp’s fire. Folding the letter
carefully in half, he placed it at the edge of the fire and watched as
the flames slowly crept towards it. In an instant, the letter was gone.
