A Garden of Faramir Drabbles

“Father,” said Denethor, “I have been considering the defense of our southern border. I thought...”

“Yes, Captain Thorongil suggested it was vulnerable the other day,” said Ecthelion, nodding. “I have already arranged to send reinforcements.”

Denethor frowned but bowed to his father, thinking, I will never treat my heir this way.

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“Father,” said Faramir, “the orc raids along the Anduin are growing more frequent. May I suggest...”

“I have already given orders to increase the garrison at Osgiliath,” Denethor interrupted briskly. “Boromir and I discussed it yesterday.”

A short pause. “I am glad to hear it,” said Faramir, and bowed.