Though used to being a public figure, Faramir must have felt more than a little self-conscious after the deaths of his father and brother, when he and his family would have been the subject of endless talk and speculation. In this fic, Faramir overhears the four hobbits discussing him and his family.
It would have been natural for him to wonder if the madness of Denethor and Boromir was due to external stress or due to heredity and, if the sickness was familial, to wonder whether he had inherited the tendency. Despite his worries, he does not indulge in self-pity; instead, Raksha has him feel a characteristically unselfish concern that he may not be fit to be Steward of the realm.
I love Samwise's use of the gardening simile to explain Lord Denethor's decline and fall--even a tree from good stock can be blighted by disease or the lack of proper growing conditions. [A tree is more than its roots, you know.] he tells the other hobbits. Samwise adds that young trees will recover if they are replanted in disease-free, new soil. As an example, he points to the new White Tree that has been transplanted and is flourishing in its new home. His homely simile and good hobbit-sense are perfectly in character. This gentle fic comes to a hopeful end, for Faramir can take comfort in Samwise's words. Very nicely done!
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 Reviewer:MithLuin Date:February 10, 2007 9:27 PM
I love Huan's view of Beren!
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 Reviewer:Larner Date:July 13, 2008 7:54 AM
Ah, indeed bittersweet, Raksha. And perhaps all to probable a scenario to explain the distance Denethor often appears to keep between himself and his younger son.
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 Reviewer:Larner Date:September 23, 2008 7:14 AM
I can almost see my brother's face when I married--looking as if he were going to break the neck of anyone who might hurt me that day as he walked with me up the aisle. Dear Eomer--he is having a difficulte evening with himself, isn't he? Heh!
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