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The brothers emerged from the Tower just then. After they had wished<br />
Mithrandir a good Yestarë, Faramir hesitantly addressed Denethor. "Father, I was<br />
thinking – as tomorrow is a holiday – perhaps Mithrandir might dine with us?"<br />
Mithrandir glanced at Denethor, trying to read whether his good humor<br />
persisted. Denethor’s face remained impassive, but he inclined his head and<br />
answered, "Very well."<br />
The silver chime struck the half-hour, reminding them that it was time they<br />
were abed. The small party started toward their respective lodgings, which lay in<br />
the same direction. Rather surprisingly, Boromir hung back with Mithrandir,<br />
allowing Faramir and Denethor to walk on ahead side by side.<br />
Perhaps Boromir too was affected by the mood of the night. Perhaps the<br />
lateness of the hour loosened his tongue. Or perhaps he had drunk too much<br />
wine, though that seemed unlikely. Whatever the reason, Mithrandir would later<br />
remember this as one of the greatest moments of openness between him and<br />
Denethor's elder son.<br />
"I am glad to see peace between them again," Boromir confessed in a rush,<br />
looking after his father and brother. "Their discords are slower to mend than they<br />
once were." Then, as if feeling he had spoken too freely, he looked away, fixing<br />
his gaze on the White Tree. Mithrandir waited patiently, saying nothing.<br />
After a few seconds' pause, Boromir spoke again. "When I was a child, I<br />
wondered sometimes why no one took the White Tree away, for it was dead. But<br />
when my mother died, I came to understand why they left it here – as a reminder<br />
of how things once were, for it makes the loss seem less complete. The people of<br />
Gondor keep this tree as a symbol of the days of the kings, just as Isildur planted<br />
it to remember his brother Anárion." He looked again to where Faramir and<br />
Denethor walked, and Mithrandir knew that he wondered if he too would be left<br />
one day with only memories of a brother. Boromir sighed. "They fought against<br />
Sauron and believed him destroyed, but he returned, and he will never be<br />
satisfied until we are destroyed...."<br />
Mithrandir risked laying a hand on the young man's shoulder. "We are<br />
none of us granted to know the future," he said gravely. "Even those gifted with<br />
what is called foresight only see small glimpses, and dimly at that. But that is as<br />
much a blessing as a curse, for it gives us hope. Let us hope that Gondor may<br />
know peace one day soon."<br />
Boromir nodded, seeming to pull himself together, as if he had only just<br />
realized to whom he had been speaking. "That is easy to do on such a night as<br />
this," he returned with a half-smile. His guard was up again; there would be no<br />
more confidences tonight.<br />
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