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But I do not wonder that he still keeps you; he has always held you close
and may need his strongest weapon ere the end. Let yourself remember he has
chosen you, by more than birthright, more than blood, and our people look to
you for their strength. As you have lent it me so you will give it them; as you
stand so they will stand. The lords of the Southern Fiefs will answer your call
alone. No doubt Father knows this, as he knows all such subtle things. While they
will heed him out of duty, they will come to you for love – the love you bear for
them and for their land, our land.
Fear not that when the time is right your great army will be loosed upon
our enemies like a great wind to beat back the storm tide; the small damming
work we have done here will be washed away and forgotten. Then I, for one, will
look to ride with you together back into our White City beneath snapping
banners and belling trumpets.
Still, I cannot help but wonder if, when all is done and written we will not
be seen as courting this war, though it is ours through right and time. I fear it will
prove a match made in haste, repented at length. Yet I am resolved, alloyed by
your faith, my brother, to see its consummation.
Your loving brother,
Faramir
22 Náerië
Boromir –
58
I send you this note huddled within my formal request for reinforcements
to assure you I am well, but hard pressed.
Two nights ago in the dark of the moon they came, swarming from every
crevice in the Ephel Duath like rats sensing flood. Our combat has thus far been
like a surgeon’s knife – deep but swift; we could do nothing to staunch such a
flow.
We have fallen back to Osgiliath and hold the city and the Eastern shore.
But we are too few, fewer now, and vulnerable.
If you have received this I may know by moon fall; that you have answered
it to the full measure of our need I can not know soon enough.