Speak Again

fanfiction by Wild Iris


Hastening to the armsmaster for a report on my second-born son, I caught sight of the boy himself on the wall above. "Faramir! What are you doing?" Spitting over the parapet, I could see, as every yokel in the city had done before him.

He stepped back. "Bor'mir said I could not hit the enemy from here." I waited. He lifted his eyes. "I thought I could."

Those grief-grey eyes, the straight set of the jaw – like his mother… like his brother.

"You need a weapon with a longer reach," I said.

I glanced below. Yes, the armsmaster still waited.