For the "Archery" prompt.
Faramir nods ruefully. “In the gold.”
“The wave-dream?”
“No; thunder, and a voice from the West…” He recounts the verse, and the plan; send an emissary to seek Imladris.
“You intend to draw bow at this venture?”
“Lore and legend are my province, hardly Boromir’s. To him the bright sword, the warrior’s glory. And… Father will more readily part with me.”