The wind hit the face of the rider as he crossed the road leaving behind him blurry forms of green, brown, blue and white. The horse, Glawar, seemed to barely touch the ground moving swiftly and elegantly making sure the rider never falters or falls off of him.
He had been down this road or more…
Diamond had just gone to bed, leaving Pippin sitting alone in the living room of Crickhollow. He heard horse or pony hooves pass buy the window, making him insanely curious as to whom would be traveling into Buckland. He peered through the curtains and saw it was a Big Person. How curious indeed. He pulled on his jacket and left the small house, tailing after the horse. When he finally caught up to the horseman at the threshold of Brandyhall, Pippin realized he recognized the man. “Faramir!” he called excitedly.
Faramir halted the horse turning around to see Pippin running towards him. Smiling widely he got off the horse and kneeling down to greet his friend. “Long time no see, Master Peregrin.”
Placing his hands on the hobbit’s shoulders, Faramir took in the small figure in front of him noticing the small but noticeable changes in him. “You look well and like an adult now!”
Pippin hugged his dear friend and laughed at his comment. “I do?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, “Well, I suppose I feel like one a bit. You see, much has changed since we last met. How have you been?”
Looking carefully at Pippin, Faramir could only nod his head. “I can see that.”
“I’ve been okay. I thought it was time for me to get to know your beloved Shire and I have to say you weren’t exaggerating.” He looked around them grinning as he did so. “This place is beautiful.”
Standing up and grabbing Glawar’s reins standing in front of Pippin now, “But do tell me, what has happened since you and the others left Gondor? How have you been?”
Pippin beamed at Faramir’s compliment of his home. “Wait till you see it under sunlight. I’ll show you around if you wish. You must have a drink with me at the finest pub in all Middle-Earth, The Green Dragon!” He laughed. “I am exceedingly well, my friend,” Pippin informed him, “As I’ve said, much has changed. All four of us have had our hearts stollen by some lovely lasses. Samwise has married his. Rosie’s her name and their firstborn little one is due any day now! Both Merry and Frodo are engaged to be married. And I, well, I’m much like Sam. I’ve married the loveliest lass in the Shire, Diamond, and our own little one is coming soon.”
Faramir could only gap at Pippin as he told him about Merry, Sam and Frodo. He suddenly laughed shaking his head.
“Well, I see you lads didn’t waste any time.” His eyes gleamed with affection and amusement. “Meanwhile, me and my brother are worried about our duties and not matters of the heart. But I’m glad to hear it and I guess congratulations are in order.”
“If I have known you were soon to be a father I would have brought gifts to you, your wife and your future child.” Faramir glanced at the darkened sky then at Pippin. “And of course, I would love to meet the lovely lady that took your heart. But, if you don’t mind me asking, do you know any Inn or anything I can stay in? I am hungry for I haven’t had anything to eat since I last camped 12 hours ago.”
Pippin blushed slightly. “Don’t worry about presents,” he said, “You being here is gift enough. If you’re looking for an inn, the closest one is The Golden Perch in the Eastfarthing. Fine ale, but you may find the place, erm, small. In fact, all you’ll find is small places!” He laughed a bit, but he was slightly worried if Faramir could actually find a comfortable place to stay. “I’m staying i Crickhollow just down the road. You passed it as you rode through. Diamond and I are living there for the time being and we’d love for you to visit. She very much wants to meet you, especially because, well, if we have a lad, we’re actually planning on naming it, er, after you.”
This was even more of a shock for Faramir, he lifted his eyebrows and felt slightly embararssed at the last bit. He bowed his head placing his hand on his chest.
“It would be me the one feeling honored.” Commented Faramir smiling gently at the hobbit. “It is not every day I hear such wonderful words from a dear friend.”
Then as an afterthought the young man looked around chuckling lightly. “I think you’re right. I don’t think I can’t find I place for me. But, if you don’t mind I would like to follow you home, maybe I can camp outside your home, if you don’t mind.”
Pippin blushed again Faramir’s humble approval, then beamed at his proposition. “Yes, of course!” he said, “We have quite the spacious lawn and there’s a stable nearby for your horse. My pony Sally is there as well. I’m not much of a cook, but I can certainly whip something up. Or I can just give you leftovers from supper. Diamond is actually one of the best cooks in the Shire, if I do say so myself.” He nodded proudly. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you around the Shire. I’ll take to where my folk live, Tuckburough, the Green Dragon in Bywater, of course, and I can take you to see Frodo and Sam in Bag End. They have the biggest house in the Shire. They’re living together with sweet Rosie, too. I’m sure half the Shire could fit in that place.”
Faramir laughed openly at the hobbit’s enthusiasm, he could only shake his head while grabbing is horse and following the young hobbit back to his place.
“I would hold you to that, my dear friend. I’ve been waiting to come to this place and see you and the others once again.” Faramir lowered his eyes a smile still adorning his face. “I am happy knowing all of you have found love and that some of you are ready to become parents.”
“I guess now we have to plan a visit for you and your wife along with your child to come to Minas Tirith.” Said suddenly the young man. “Of course, Frodo and the others should do so as well. Over all because I’m pretty sure my King would be happy to see all of you again and, if fortune is favorable, maybe your child could be a guard and warrior just like his father” Commented Faramir winking at Pippin.
He heard once that meeting Lady Galadriel could be a very dangerous business to any mortal. The stories he heard about the old days would always drawn the forest of Lothlórien and its inhabitants as something filled with deadly creatures that would mark and force a change in the lives of the…
“Welcome, Faramir, Son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor,” Galadriel said calmly with a serene smile on her face. “What brings you to my woods?”
Faramir bowed deeply, suddenly feeling inadequate, like a child in front of a grow up that discovered him stealling some sweets before dinner. It was a curious feeling, something inside of him stirred as he found himself looking into those old and wise eyes. He wondered briefly if his brother felt the same way as he did at the moment.
“Long I have travel my lady to ease my mind and find a way in this world. King Elessar was kind enough to allow me this trip.”
Faramir smiled softly placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, “I hope my staying here it is of not inconviniance for you or any other Elf in your woods, my Lady.”
Galadriel smiled kindly at Faramir. “You are certainly welcome here in Lothlorien, man of Gondor,” she said serenely, “Any friend of Elessar is a friend of ours.” She turned and began walking, indicating for him to follow. “Have you any goal or purpose for visiting us? We can provide whatever you may wish, within reason, of course.”
“Long ago, Mithrandir woke in me the curiosity of the Ancient Days. But, the war against Mordor always prevent me to move beyond the borders of my own country.” Faramir looked around with his eyes gleaming as they took everything he could see. “I wish to know some of the places of legend and I’m also looking for answers.”
This time Faramir merely shook his head, “Dream that had been tormenting me but that had everything to do with what I am ready to do in my future.”
“Well if it is stories of the past you seek,” she began, “You have come to the right place, young steward. We have libraries and extensive archives of the past of my kin and of ages passed. However, they are in my native tongue. Do you speak the language of the elves, Gondorian?”
Faramir’s eyes lit up at the mention of libraries and archives. If there was something the young man love with a passion were books and the pleasure of grabbing some and reading them under the sun.
“I speak some of it, my Lady.” Faramir was now overly excited. “Mithrandir made sure I knew it pretty well for me to get access to some of the books back in Gondor.”
Galadriel smiled kindly at Faramir. “I see you are the more intellectual sibling, are you not?” she asked, “Your brother has the strength worthy of the best of men, yet you have the keen mind. You both have heart.” She smiled again, “If you need help reading the texts, do not hesitate to ask.”
“I thank you this opportunity, Lady Galadriel.” Faramir titlted his head contemplating the extensive library and enjoying the peace he felt inside this library. “Would you mind recommending me my first lecture? Something you think wise to start with?”
The wind hit the face of the rider as he crossed the road leaving behind him blurry forms of green, brown, blue and white. The horse, Glawar, seemed to barely touch the ground moving swiftly and elegantly making sure the rider never falters or falls off of him.
He had been down this road or more…
Diamond had just gone to bed, leaving Pippin sitting alone in the living room of Crickhollow. He heard horse or pony hooves pass buy the window, making him insanely curious as to whom would be traveling into Buckland. He peered through the curtains and saw it was a Big Person. How curious indeed. He pulled on his jacket and left the small house, tailing after the horse. When he finally caught up to the horseman at the threshold of Brandyhall, Pippin realized he recognized the man. “Faramir!” he called excitedly.
Faramir halted the horse turning around to see Pippin running towards him. Smiling widely he got off the horse and kneeling down to greet his friend. “Long time no see, Master Peregrin.”
Placing his hands on the hobbit’s shoulders, Faramir took in the small figure in front of him noticing the small but noticeable changes in him. “You look well and like an adult now!”
Pippin hugged his dear friend and laughed at his comment. “I do?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, “Well, I suppose I feel like one a bit. You see, much has changed since we last met. How have you been?”
Looking carefully at Pippin, Faramir could only nod his head. “I can see that.”
“I’ve been okay. I thought it was time for me to get to know your beloved Shire and I have to say you weren’t exaggerating.” He looked around them grinning as he did so. “This place is beautiful.”
Standing up and grabbing Glawar’s reins standing in front of Pippin now, “But do tell me, what has happened since you and the others left Gondor? How have you been?”
Pippin beamed at Faramir’s compliment of his home. “Wait till you see it under sunlight. I’ll show you around if you wish. You must have a drink with me at the finest pub in all Middle-Earth, The Green Dragon!” He laughed. “I am exceedingly well, my friend,” Pippin informed him, “As I’ve said, much has changed. All four of us have had our hearts stollen by some lovely lasses. Samwise has married his. Rosie’s her name and their firstborn little one is due any day now! Both Merry and Frodo are engaged to be married. And I, well, I’m much like Sam. I’ve married the loveliest lass in the Shire, Diamond, and our own little one is coming soon.”
Faramir could only gap at Pippin as he told him about Merry, Sam and Frodo. He suddenly laughed shaking his head.
“Well, I see you lads didn’t waste any time.” His eyes gleamed with affection and amusement. “Meanwhile, me and my brother are worried about our duties and not matters of the heart. But I’m glad to hear it and I guess congratulations are in order.”
“If I have known you were soon to be a father I would have brought gifts to you, your wife and your future child.” Faramir glanced at the darkened sky then at Pippin. “And of course, I would love to meet the lovely lady that took your heart. But, if you don’t mind me asking, do you know any Inn or anything I can stay in? I am hungry for I haven’t had anything to eat since I last camped 12 hours ago.”
Pippin blushed slightly. “Don’t worry about presents,” he said, “You being here is gift enough. If you’re looking for an inn, the closest one is The Golden Perch in the Eastfarthing. Fine ale, but you may find the place, erm, small. In fact, all you’ll find is small places!” He laughed a bit, but he was slightly worried if Faramir could actually find a comfortable place to stay. “I’m staying i Crickhollow just down the road. You passed it as you rode through. Diamond and I are living there for the time being and we’d love for you to visit. She very much wants to meet you, especially because, well, if we have a lad, we’re actually planning on naming it, er, after you.”
This was even more of a shock for Faramir, he lifted his eyebrows and felt slightly embararssed at the last bit. He bowed his head placing his hand on his chest.
“It would be me the one feeling honored.” Commented Faramir smiling gently at the hobbit. “It is not every day I hear such wonderful words from a dear friend.”
Then as an afterthought the young man looked around chuckling lightly. “I think you’re right. I don’t think I can’t find I place for me. But, if you don’t mind I would like to follow you home, maybe I can camp outside your home, if you don’t mind.”
The wind hit the face of the rider as he crossed the road leaving behind him blurry forms of green, brown, blue and white. The horse, Glawar, seemed to barely touch the ground moving swiftly and elegantly making sure the rider never falters or falls off of him.
He had been down this road or more…
Diamond had just gone to bed, leaving Pippin sitting alone in the living room of Crickhollow. He heard horse or pony hooves pass buy the window, making him insanely curious as to whom would be traveling into Buckland. He peered through the curtains and saw it was a Big Person. How curious indeed. He pulled on his jacket and left the small house, tailing after the horse. When he finally caught up to the horseman at the threshold of Brandyhall, Pippin realized he recognized the man. “Faramir!” he called excitedly.
Faramir halted the horse turning around to see Pippin running towards him. Smiling widely he got off the horse and kneeling down to greet his friend. “Long time no see, Master Peregrin.”
Placing his hands on the hobbit’s shoulders, Faramir took in the small figure in front of him noticing the small but noticeable changes in him. “You look well and like an adult now!”
Pippin hugged his dear friend and laughed at his comment. “I do?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, “Well, I suppose I feel like one a bit. You see, much has changed since we last met. How have you been?”
Looking carefully at Pippin, Faramir could only nod his head. “I can see that.”
“I’ve been okay. I thought it was time for me to get to know your beloved Shire and I have to say you weren’t exaggerating.” He looked around them grinning as he did so. “This place is beautiful.”
Standing up and grabbing Glawar’s reins standing in front of Pippin now, “But do tell me, what has happened since you and the others left Gondor? How have you been?”
Pippin beamed at Faramir’s compliment of his home. “Wait till you see it under sunlight. I’ll show you around if you wish. You must have a drink with me at the finest pub in all Middle-Earth, The Green Dragon!” He laughed. “I am exceedingly well, my friend,” Pippin informed him, “As I’ve said, much has changed. All four of us have had our hearts stollen by some lovely lasses. Samwise has married his. Rosie’s her name and their firstborn little one is due any day now! Both Merry and Frodo are engaged to be married. And I, well, I’m much like Sam. I’ve married the loveliest lass in the Shire, Diamond, and our own little one is coming soon.”
Faramir could only gap at Pippin as he told him about Merry, Sam and Frodo. He suddenly laughed shaking his head.
“Well, I see you lads didn’t waste any time.” His eyes gleamed with affection and amusement. “Meanwhile, me and my brother are worried about our duties and not matters of the heart. But I’m glad to hear it and I guess congratulations are in order.”
“If I have known you were soon to be a father I would have brought gifts to you, your wife and your future child.” Faramir glanced at the darkened sky then at Pippin. “And of course, I would love to meet the lovely lady that took your heart. But, if you don’t mind me asking, do you know any Inn or anything I can stay in? I am hungry for I haven’t had anything to eat since I last camped 12 hours ago.”
He heard once that meeting Lady Galadriel could be a very dangerous business to any mortal. The stories he heard about the old days would always drawn the forest of Lothlórien and its inhabitants as something filled with deadly creatures that would mark and force a change in the lives of the…
“Welcome, Faramir, Son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor,” Galadriel said calmly with a serene smile on her face. “What brings you to my woods?”
Faramir bowed deeply, suddenly feeling inadequate, like a child in front of a grow up that discovered him stealling some sweets before dinner. It was a curious feeling, something inside of him stirred as he found himself looking into those old and wise eyes. He wondered briefly if his brother felt the same way as he did at the moment.
“Long I have travel my lady to ease my mind and find a way in this world. King Elessar was kind enough to allow me this trip.”
Faramir smiled softly placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, “I hope my staying here it is of not inconviniance for you or any other Elf in your woods, my Lady.”
Galadriel smiled kindly at Faramir. “You are certainly welcome here in Lothlorien, man of Gondor,” she said serenely, “Any friend of Elessar is a friend of ours.” She turned and began walking, indicating for him to follow. “Have you any goal or purpose for visiting us? We can provide whatever you may wish, within reason, of course.”
“Long ago, Mithrandir woke in me the curiosity of the Ancient Days. But, the war against Mordor always prevent me to move beyond the borders of my own country.” Faramir looked around with his eyes gleaming as they took everything he could see. “I wish to know some of the places of legend and I’m also looking for answers.”
This time Faramir merely shook his head, “Dream that had been tormenting me but that had everything to do with what I am ready to do in my future.”
“Well if it is stories of the past you seek,” she began, “You have come to the right place, young steward. We have libraries and extensive archives of the past of my kin and of ages passed. However, they are in my native tongue. Do you speak the language of the elves, Gondorian?”
Faramir’s eyes lit up at the mention of libraries and archives. If there was something the young man love with a passion were books and the pleasure of grabbing some and reading them under the sun.
“I speak some of it, my Lady.” Faramir was now overly excited. “Mithrandir made sure I knew it pretty well for me to get access to some of the books back in Gondor.”
The wind hit the face of the rider as he crossed the road leaving behind him blurry forms of green, brown, blue and white. The horse, Glawar, seemed to barely touch the ground moving swiftly and elegantly making sure the rider never falters or falls off of him.
He had been down this road or more…
Diamond had just gone to bed, leaving Pippin sitting alone in the living room of Crickhollow. He heard horse or pony hooves pass buy the window, making him insanely curious as to whom would be traveling into Buckland. He peered through the curtains and saw it was a Big Person. How curious indeed. He pulled on his jacket and left the small house, tailing after the horse. When he finally caught up to the horseman at the threshold of Brandyhall, Pippin realized he recognized the man. “Faramir!” he called excitedly.
Faramir halted the horse turning around to see Pippin running towards him. Smiling widely he got off the horse and kneeling down to greet his friend. “Long time no see, Master Peregrin.”
Placing his hands on the hobbit’s shoulders, Faramir took in the small figure in front of him noticing the small but noticeable changes in him. “You look well and like an adult now!”
Pippin hugged his dear friend and laughed at his comment. “I do?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, “Well, I suppose I feel like one a bit. You see, much has changed since we last met. How have you been?”
Looking carefully at Pippin, Faramir could only nod his head. “I can see that.”
“I’ve been okay. I thought it was time for me to get to know your beloved Shire and I have to say you weren’t exaggerating.” He looked around them grinning as he did so. “This place is beautiful.”
Standing up and grabbing Glawar’s reins standing in front of Pippin now, “But do tell me, what has happened since you and the others left Gondor? How have you been?”
The wind hit the face of the rider as he crossed the road leaving behind him blurry forms of green, brown, blue and white. The horse, Glawar, seemed to barely touch the ground moving swiftly and elegantly making sure the rider never falters or falls off of him.
He had been down this road or more…
Diamond had just gone to bed, leaving Pippin sitting alone in the living room of Crickhollow. He heard horse or pony hooves pass buy the window, making him insanely curious as to whom would be traveling into Buckland. He peered through the curtains and saw it was a Big Person. How curious indeed. He pulled on his jacket and left the small house, tailing after the horse. When he finally caught up to the horseman at the threshold of Brandyhall, Pippin realized he recognized the man. “Faramir!” he called excitedly.
Faramir halted the horse turning around to see Pippin running towards him. Smiling widely he got off the horse and kneeling down to greet his friend. “Long time no see, Master Peregrin.”
Placing his hands on the hobbit’s shoulders, Faramir took in the small figure in front of him noticing the small but noticeable changes in him. “You look well and like an adult now!”
