First Person I: [Faramir of Gondor had seen many strange things during his lifetime, but he had never seen anything like the communicator before. With a slight frown on his handsome features, he turned the device over and over in his hands.]
Is this what has brought me to this strange place?
[He did not reach for his sword, though the familiar weight of it at his hip was something of a comfort. He had had enough of fighting. Faramir would not hesitate to use it if he must, but he would not shed blood unless he had good cause to do so.]
What manner of magic is this? What sorcery can pull a man away from his home and his kin?
Perhaps the war is not yet over. It would seem that we have many battles left to fight.
I am Faramir, Captain of the White Tower and Steward to the King of Gondor. Who has brought me here? If there is anyone here to answer me, I bid you to speak. The men of Gondor make poor prisoners but we can be valuable allies.
First Person II: [Faramir of Gondor had seen many strange things during his lifetime, but he had never seen anything like the communicator before. With a slight frown on his handsome features, he turned the device over and over in his hands.]
What manner of magic is this? It is like no sorcery I have seen before.
[It could only be sorcery, after all. The device had lights that moved and flickered of their own accord and a mirror that captured his every movement. It was not a natural object.
In ordinary circumstances, he would have spoken to Gandalf about such a peculiar discovery. But these were not ordinary circumstances. The wizard had ridden out with Aragorn and his men. The final battle against the dark forces of Mordor would be fought at the Black Gates of Minas Morgal, not on the fields of the Pelennor, and Faramir would have no part in it. Could have no part in it. All he could do was wait and hope and watch for the moment when the clouds on the horizon lifted at last.
Thinking of Gandalf, however, reminded Faramir of Pippin. Of Pippin and his encounter with the palantir. That was the reason he had been separated from his friends and brought to Minas Tirith, was it not?
When he spoke again, Faramir addressed the communicator directly.]
If you seek to corrupt me, you need only to look into my heart to know that you will not succeed.
[He had allowed Frodo to go free, after all. This mysterious device would not succeed where the One Ring had failed.]
I am Faramir, Captain of the White Tower and Steward to the King of Gondor. Speak, if you are able, so I may know the name of my enemy. If you wish to extend the hand of friendship, you would do better without the use of dark magic.
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Is this what has brought me to this strange place?
[He did not reach for his sword, though the familiar weight of it at his hip was something of a comfort. He had had enough of fighting. Faramir would not hesitate to use it if he must, but he would not shed blood unless he had good cause to do so.]
What manner of magic is this? What sorcery can pull a man away from his home and his kin?
Perhaps the war is not yet over. It would seem that we have many battles left to fight.
I am Faramir, Captain of the White Tower and Steward to the King of Gondor. Who has brought me here? If there is anyone here to answer me, I bid you to speak. The men of Gondor make poor prisoners but we can be valuable allies.
First Person II: [Faramir of Gondor had seen many strange things during his lifetime, but he had never seen anything like the communicator before. With a slight frown on his handsome features, he turned the device over and over in his hands.]
What manner of magic is this? It is like no sorcery I have seen before.
[It could only be sorcery, after all. The device had lights that moved and flickered of their own accord and a mirror that captured his every movement. It was not a natural object.
In ordinary circumstances, he would have spoken to Gandalf about such a peculiar discovery. But these were not ordinary circumstances. The wizard had ridden out with Aragorn and his men. The final battle against the dark forces of Mordor would be fought at the Black Gates of Minas Morgal, not on the fields of the Pelennor, and Faramir would have no part in it. Could have no part in it. All he could do was wait and hope and watch for the moment when the clouds on the horizon lifted at last.
Thinking of Gandalf, however, reminded Faramir of Pippin. Of Pippin and his encounter with the palantir. That was the reason he had been separated from his friends and brought to Minas Tirith, was it not?
When he spoke again, Faramir addressed the communicator directly.]
If you seek to corrupt me, you need only to look into my heart to know that you will not succeed.
[He had allowed Frodo to go free, after all. This mysterious device would not succeed where the One Ring had failed.]
I am Faramir, Captain of the White Tower and Steward to the King of Gondor. Speak, if you are able, so I may know the name of my enemy. If you wish to extend the hand of friendship, you would do better without the use of dark magic.