He had been with the Rangers before, of course. For three years, he had served in the Northern Ithilien reaches, fending off the blows of Mordor, trying to protect the few who remained there. Faramir had done all the menial tasks in that command, gutting the kill, cooking over the smallest of campfires, long night patrols given to the most junior ( Read more... )

After a particularly vivid dream, Faramir must go to the river's edge.Into the wee hours, Faramir stood watching. His dreams had been bewildering of late, but with absolute clarity, the one this night had brooked no denial. He could not un-see what he had seen in that dream, and the sending was so clear, so sharp, Anduin rendered in absolutes, that ( Read more... )

He stood and walked to the window, looking out at the beautiful land now bearing fruit and thought back to what Ithilien had been like not long before. This is what I longed for. Peace. Yet even as he thought the words, Faramir found little joy in them. True, he had yearned for peace, each day of his life, hopeful that it would give all of Gondor a ( Read more... )

If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be ( Read more... )

Which are you more afraid of: being too gullible and believing things that aren’t here, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?Surprisingly, this is an easy question for me to answer. In warfare, I would always be the skeptic-‘tis better to doubt and overprepare than to assume that all will go well. But in all other things, I ( Read more... )

If you could carry one memory with you into the afterlife, which would you choose? I’m not certain I believe that there is an afterlife. I’ve been skeptical about all such matters for many years now, despite the best efforts of our more religious fellows to change my mind ( Read more... )

If you could do one totally irresponsible or even bad thing with absolutely no consequences, what would it be and why?Taking the steps two at a time, Faramir finally reaches the top of the staircase. He fishes for the key in his pocket, and draws it out to unlock the door. The hinges creak from disuse, the lock protests, but he makes the door give ( Read more... )

What is your most treasured possession and why?Without hesitation, Faramir knows the answer. It is the most precious thing he has, although he barely knew the woman who first wore it ( Read more... )

If you could trade lives with one person for a day, who would it be, and what would you do ( Read more... )

In a darkened room, Faramir sits, staring at nothing. There is no fire, no candleflame of light. The grey-wool of nightclouds obliterates any moonshine that might enter the room. It is nearly black, both inside and out ( Read more... )