The Ghost Of Utterance Past (Drabble)

“It is mine!”

“No, it is mine!”

“What are you boys arguing about?” their mother interrupted.

“He says it is his right to accompany Father on his inspection tomorrow.”

“Well, my son, he is to be the Steward one day. He must learn the land and its people.”

“But, Mother, it is dangerous out there. Should not I go in his stead, for his protection?”

“No, child, ‘tis his place, and he will return, I promise.”



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Years later, facing the river, Faramir silently cried, but, it should have been my right!
the ghost of his mother’s words haunting him.