« Then make haste to declare yourselves and your errand," said Faramir. "...Come! Where is the third of your company? '
"The third? '
"Yes, the skulking fellow that we saw with his nose in the pool down yonder. He had an ill-favoured look. Some spying breed of Orc, I guess, or a creature of theirs. But he gave us the slip by some fox-trick."
"I do not know where he is," said Frodo. "He is only a chance companion met upon our road; and I am not answerable for him. If you come on him, spare him. Bring him or send him to us. He is only a wretched gangrel creature, but I have him under my care for a while. But as for us, we are Hobbits of the Shire, far to the North and West, beyond many rivers. Frodo son of Drogo is my name, and with me is Samwise son of Hamfast, a worthy hobbit in my service. We have come by long ways - out of Rivendell, or Imladris as some call it." Here Faramir started and grew intent. "Seven companions we had: one we lost at Moria, the others we left at Parth Galen above Rauros: two of my kin; a Dwarf there was also, and an Elf, and two Men. They were Aragorn; and Boromir, who said that he came out of Minas Tirith, a city in the South." (...)
Frodo's tone was proud, whatever he felt, and Sam approved of it; but it did not appease Faramir.
"So!" he said. "...Were you a friend of Boromir?"
Vividly before Frodo's mind came the memory of Boromir's assault upon him, and for a moment he hesitated. Faramir's eyes watching him grew harder. "Boromir was a valiant member of our Company ' said Frodo at length. "Yes, I was his friend, for my part."
Faramir smiled grimly. "Then you would grieve to learn that Boromir is dead? '
"I would grieve indeed," said Frodo. Then catching the look in Faramir's eyes, he faltered. "Dead?" he said. "Do you mean that he is dead, and that you knew it? ...How then did he die, and how do you know of it? ..."
"As to the manner of his death, I had hoped that his friend and companion would tell me how it was."
"But he was alive and strong when we parted. And he lives still for all that I know. Though surely there are many perils in the world."
"Many indeed," said Faramir, "and treachery not the least." (...)
Faramir turned to Frodo again: "...Tidings of death have many wings. Night oft brings news to near kindred, 'tis said. Boromir was my brother."
A shadow of sorrow passed over his face. "Do you remember aught of special mark that the Lord Boromir bore with him among his gear?"
Frodo thought for a moment, fearing some further trap, ... Yet he felt in his heart that Faramir... was a man less self-regarding, both sterner and wiser. "I remember that Boromir bore a horn," he said at last.
"You remember well, and as one who has in truth seen him," said Faramir. "Then maybe you can see it in your mind's eye: a great horn of the wild ox of the East, bound with silver, and written with ancient characters.... And on the third night after another, a stranger thing befell me. I sat at night by the waters of Anduin, in the grey dark under the young pale moon, watching the ever-moving stream; and the sad reeds were rustling. ... Then I saw, or it seemed that I saw, a boat floating on the water, glimmering grey, a small boat of a strange fashion with a high prow. and there was none to row or steer it.
"An awe fell on me, for a pale light was round it. But I rose and went to the bank, and began to walk out into the stream, for I was drawn towards it. Then the boat turned towards me, and stayed its pace, and floated slowly by within my hand's reach, yet I durst not handle it. It waded deep, as if it were heavily burdened, and it seemed to me as it passed under my gaze that it was almost filled with clear water, from which came the light; and lapped in the water a warrior lay asleep.
"A broken sword was on his knee. I saw many wounds on him. It was Boromir, my brother, dead. I knew his gear, his sword, his beloved face. One thing only I missed: his horn. One thing only I knew not: a fair belt, as it were of linked golden leaves, about his waist. 'Boromir!' I cried. 'Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir!' But he was gone. The boat turned into the stream and passed glimmering on into the night. Dreamlike it was and yet no dream, for there was no waking. And I do not doubt that he is dead and has passed down the River to the Sea."
"Alas!" said Frodo. "That was indeed Boromir as I knew him.
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didnt boromir fall of a mile high water fall? how is his boat still in tact lol
HeIIoHater 9 months ago
@HeIIoHater They were elven boats so were almost indestructible.
PennySmart 9 months ago 2
ahha Sam is the best. and faramir is one of my favorite characters all throughout LotR. he is kind of like that untold hero, like he doesnt compare as well as he should with people like sam/frodo, aragorn etc
tripwire349 1 year ago 2
@tripwire349 Yes, Faramir is one of my favourites too! :)
PennySmart 1 year ago 2