Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Faramir resembled his father in many ways, yet Aragorn was struck most by where he differed. Denethor’s eyes were steel and fire in the brightness of a summer morning; cold yet scorching, seeing more than one would want to show. And Aragorn knew he saw more than a ranger. Faramir’s eyes were fevered and weary in the dimness of a torch-lit room. Yet, underneath the shadows kindled a fire piercing through the darkness - a steel-grey gaze, intense yet warm. And Aragorn knew he saw more than a healer. 'My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?' *** The last line of course is filched verbatim from the book :o |