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anghraineargh, giving in
Faramir was born under the Shadow, son of a weary father and wearier mother.
Still, they welcomed him with joy, stroking his black hair and smiling at his tiny hands and features. He looked almost exactly like Boromir had, down to the clear grey eyes they shared with their mother, though Finduilas thought his screams might be even louder. Denethor laughed when she said it, startling even himself.
In that moment, the memory of clean wind on her face, the sounds of waves intermingled with harps or the neighing of horses, did not haunt her. Nor did it leave her; indeed, it felt nearer than usual, as if she would see the castle of her birth rather than Mordor if she rose from her bed and looked east. It might only be a moment’s fancy, but it left an impression on her, a sense that this son, born for war in a grim fortress, would be a child of the sea, too.
Still, they welcomed him with joy, stroking his black hair and smiling at his tiny hands and features. He looked almost exactly like Boromir had, down to the clear grey eyes they shared with their mother, though Finduilas thought his screams might be even louder. Denethor laughed when she said it, startling even himself.
In that moment, the memory of clean wind on her face, the sounds of waves intermingled with harps or the neighing of horses, did not haunt her. Nor did it leave her; indeed, it felt nearer than usual, as if she would see the castle of her birth rather than Mordor if she rose from her bed and looked east. It might only be a moment’s fancy, but it left an impression on her, a sense that this son, born for war in a grim fortress, would be a child of the sea, too.
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