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Faramir ~ Yelped

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Requested by @emrfangirl

Words: 1,385

Warnings: Premonitions.  Angst.

Faramir ran his hands through his hair as he sighed and leaned against the balcony overlooking Gondor. His eyes are tired and he tries to ignore the burning walls in the distance.

He didn't fail.  He did what he thought was best.  He had to keep telling himself that.

There was an ache in his bones, ones he knew that weren't just from escaping death today.

His thoughts were suddenly taken from him as a familiar voice got his attention.

“You can either keep up and be quiet or you can go back.”  Gandalf’s voice grumbled from below, Faramir leaning over the railing to try and see him, only to be surprised by the sight of you following him instead of Pippin.  “But stop trying to interfere.”

“I’m simply trying to say what is best Gandalf.”  You said rather hotly, surprising Faramir.  “We are heading into war and you are not utilising me!  It makes no sense!”

“I keep telling you that you are not ready.” Gandalf huffed.  “If I thought you could stay out of trouble, I would have insisted you stay in Rohan.”

“If you didn't think I was ready, then you wouldn't have let me come on the quest in the first place.” You snapped and threw up your hands.  “Honestly Gandalf, they're aren't many like me as it is, which is-"

“-why I keep you out of harms way, just as I try and advice Faramir when I can." Gandalf said, surprisingly calm.  “Both of you have trusted me this far and if you truly follow my advice, you will continue to do so.”

Faramir watches as you stop, staring after Gandalf as he disappears into the streets.  He watches for a long moment as you don't move, seemingly thinking, before turning back the way you came.

He made a silent mission to himself to meet you.

He was rather surprised when he didn’t have to wait long, you in tow behind Gandalf as you came to see Denethor, Pippin looking rather worried by your side.

Gandalf barely gave a nod of greeting to Faramir, leaving the other two behind as he entered the hall.

You sighed, rather impatiently.  “There he goes again.”

“Has he always been like that?”  Pippin asked.

“Yes.”  You and Faramir answered at the same time, causing Faramir to smile a little.  “Especially when he has something on his mind.”

You nod.  “Indeed, although I swear he’s gotten worse since becoming the white wizard.”

“These are dark days,” Faramir said quietly.  “With only darker ones on the horizon.  He has a lot to do.”

The two of you stared at each other, a silent understanding going between you, Pippin looking a little confused.

“So you’re Faramir,” You said slowly.  “I have to say, I’m glad you’re not like you’re father.”

Faramir smiles at this. “I’m glad I’m not like him too.  I don’t think it would make for a very pleasant experience.”

Pippin groans.  “So why did I offer my services exactly?”

You look at the hobbit a little amused.  “Because as always, Peregrin Took, you act before you think.”

The hobbit can’t help but smile.  “Keep talking like that Y/N, you almost sound like Gandalf.”

“Oh, please stop me before I make full wizard,” You chuckled, shaking your head.  “I’d hate to think of all the headaches I’d get from meddling.”

“Rumour has it, that you rather enjoy it.”  Faramir said, earning himself a look of surprise.  “Personally I think that those gifted make a habit of it.”

“As long as they aren’t being crushed under the heel of someone else.”

Again, the two of you stared at each other, Pippin clearing his throat a little as he rocks on his heels.

Faramir goes to speak again when the door opens and Gandalf storms out, looking furious.

“Good to see that went well.”  You said, a little false cheer in your voice.

“Quiet Y/N,” Gandalf snapped.  “I’m hardly in the mood for I told you so.”  His gaze turned to Faramir.  “Whatever you do Faramir, do not listen to your father, I fear ill intentions are afoot.”

With that, Faramir was left alone with an apologetic smile from you and his father calling to him.

 Faramir sat quietly in his room some time later, seated at a table, staring at his hands, his mind working but not, his thoughts clouded with what was to come.

He'd always questioned how his father give off the impression that he hated him, but after today, after the cold words were said, it left little room for doubt on the truth.

Sighing, he runs tired hands through his hair.  “How I wish you were here brother.”

A knock sounded on his door.

Faramir looked up wearily, briefly wondering who could be knocking at this hour when all the soldiers were meant to be resting, prepping for the morn.

He was more than surprised to find you at the door, your gaze half terrified as you stepped into his room, Faramir quickly closing the door once he realized you were alone.

“You cannot go.” You said quickly, not giving him a chance to speak.  “Surely you see the madness in it?”

Faramir’s smile is kind but tired.  “I thank you for your concern, but I must do what duty tells me.”

You frowned at him. “Even if it costs you your life?”

He sinks back into his chair.  “Y/N, why are you here?  We hardly know each other.”

“Because I don't want to see a good man get hurt,” You said quietly.  “And you and I both know each other more than we think.”

Faramir shakes his head. “Because of dreams? That's all they are.”

“You don't believe that, I know you don't.” You stepped closer.  “It's why your father fears you so much.”

He frowned.  “Don't pretend to know me based on whatever it is you've seen.”

“I know you from the way the men talk about you,” You said.  “I know you because Boromir would always talk about how proud he was of his little brother, about how he was as good a soldier as any he'd ever seen, if only his father would see it.”

Faramir finds himself back in his feet, marching towards you.  “When did you become an expert?  When did you decide that you had to interfere in my life?”

“Since I saw what happens to you.” You said quietly.  “Since I saw the arrows pierce your chest, your body hitting the ground with final thoughts of joining your brother in your mind.”

“That are naught but dreams,” He said, his gaze sad.  “And whatever truth there is-“

“Is still truth.”  You said over him.  “Faramir, please, we have lost enough good men, we don't need to lose another.”

His hand, almost subconsciously, reaches up to touch your cheek.  At the moment of contact though, a large shocked went through both of you, causing you both to yelp and jump back, staring at each other as flickers of images blur through your vision.

Your eyes fill with tears.  “You see it too?  You see what happens and still you go?”

Faramir swallows, looking away from you for a moment before he casts you a sad smile.  “If I did not go, it would not happen.”

“That's not how it works.” You wanted to argue more but he was already shaking his head, coming back to you and resting his hands tentatively on your shoulders.

“Forgive me Y/N, I have much to prepare for.  You need not fret for me, I know what fate I walk into.” He said softly, holding your gaze. “So I will thank you now and bid you not to think more of it.”

You stared at him for a long moment, trying to read him, but your mind was still foggy from moment's before, so you blinked away more tears.  “I hope things go better than I fear Faramir, for I am not sure what should happen to me alone with our gift.”

He smiles and lets you go, watching as you open the door.  “You are stronger than what everyone gives you credit for Y/N and I am honoured to have met you.”

Swallowing hard, you nod back to him and leave quickly, afraid of what else could be revealed.

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