I see. ( he's been warned - belatedly - that this might happen. his face bears another identity, in another world, apparently. ) A dear friend, or family?
A man after my own heart, it seems. ( he laughs. ) There are many other ways to win a battle, but what makes words effective is the willingness of both parties to listen.
If I should fight with my sword, I fight with my people in mind.
And is that not why battles are fought? Why men willingly offer their lives, why fathers abandon their children, and sons their parents? They do so to stay the evil hand that threatens their people - to spare their loved ones from the horror of darkness. Not for the glory that can be found in the spilling of blood.
[ A long pause. It seems that the obstacles that his friends need to cross before they can reach Gondor's peace is far more than his own. He has known this place only in his waiting.
When he speaks, he does so haltingly. ]
'Tis for victory you fight for, and 'tis victory you will gain.
I will not speak for all men, for I know a number of soldiers who have fought wars in order to keep a place for their name in the tomes of history. They are essentially good men, but the love of fighting awakens the war lords in them.
( achilles, of course, realizes what's more important than fame and glory, but he does so a little too late. )
I can see that you are wise, and learned even though you're young. What is your name?
[ there's a brief pause here. when he speaks, he does so as one who had led many and far too long for his years. ] I have always thought that those who do so more often know very little of what war is, what it will demand of them - blinded as they are by what can be. [ even the most hopeful of men will find himself wearied after so many deaths, after all.
the question gives him pause again. it's easy to think himself conversing with his brother, after all, despite the words exchanged between them. ] I am Faramir of Gondor, son of Denethor its Steward. [ a beat. ] And yours?
There are some from whom war demands so little of, because they have little to give. ( he offers. ) Others realize the errors of their ways in the end, though whether it has been too late or not tells us how blind they have been.
( he inclines his head. )
I am Odysseus, king of Ithaca. Well met, Faramir of Gondor.
[ there's a respectful nod from faramir here. who would have thought - his brother's face, on a king. boromir would have made a jest out of it, if only he were here. ] Well met, my lord. What brings you to this place?
Some Men would liken the experience to being treated as puppets, brought upon us by their longing for mischief or wickedness. ( she smiles. ) Yet you do not, Faramir of Gondor.
She though it would, ah, pique my interest, and yours, if I spoke to you. ( a lopsided smile. ) I can't deny her the pleasure of being absolutely right.
My heart finds comfort in the knowledge that she has not yet any plans for me, my lady. That - as well as the possibility of meeting new and old friends gladden me.
She has yet to find a true purpose for your voice, then. The wait for such an occurrence is often the most wearisome. ( just teasing. ) Yet your joy brings me joy, my lord, for it is the sight of friends the draws a smile from my lips.
It is a wait that can only be made bearable by fortitude and patience. [ it's something he's quite familiar with doing, after all.
pause. he gives her a respectful nod, and hopes that she will not find his tone offensive. she speaks to him as if she knows him, yet he cannot say the same for her. ] Forgive me, my lady. I have yet to ask for your name.
[ another nod. he knows he is not at fault, yet feels, somehow, as though he is. ] I now regret that our memories are not the same, my lady, for I trust that a friendship with you is one that I will treasure.
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[ If the evil tyrant of D'Hara looks a tad familiar to you, it might be because he favors a certain elf. ]
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[ oh hai craig parkerrrr ]
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i thought it would be fun heh...
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ohmygod
sorry, not-bro...
Forgive me. I was by no means calling you a fool.
i know your faceeee
he shakes his head. ] There is no need for it. You-- remind me of someone. Someone I long hold dear.
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I, too, have lost a brother, not one by blood but in arms.
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( funnily enough, he was shot by arrows, too. )
One that we have won, but have lost others to as well. It is the perils of war that is not so easy to accept.
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ody linked me.
screams what is grammar
If I should fight with my sword, I fight with my people in mind.
well crap
it's a good sort of linking!
[ A beat. ]
How fares Gondor, Captain?
it is evil that must be fought
but it is full of fail
denied :<
hdu
ody just told me you're amazing. thought you'd like to know.
When he speaks, he does so haltingly. ]
'Tis for victory you fight for, and 'tis victory you will gain.
[ Eventually. ]
the Enemy grows strong my friend
( achilles, of course, realizes what's more important than fame and glory, but he does so a little too late. )
I can see that you are wise, and learned even though you're young. What is your name?
sob
one does not simply destroy this Enemy
the question gives him pause again. it's easy to think himself conversing with his brother, after all, despite the words exchanged between them. ] I am Faramir of Gondor, son of Denethor its Steward. [ a beat. ] And yours?
first we must find its weakness
( he inclines his head. )
I am Odysseus, king of Ithaca. Well met, Faramir of Gondor.
but what is it
welp late...
the edit button!!
also late in replying to this sob
GASP THE TREACHERY
np np <3
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pause. he gives her a respectful nod, and hopes that she will not find his tone offensive. she speaks to him as if she knows him, yet he cannot say the same for her. ] Forgive me, my lady. I have yet to ask for your name.
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Their tricks can be seen as cruel indeed, for in my memories, Faramir, son of Denethor, would know Arwen Undómiel, and be her friend.
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