Posts Tagged ‘Faramir’

Get ready for a lot of info. Most of it will seem useless.

Well, no. Most of it probably is useless.

Keep them shoes dry!

Keep them shoes dry!

Théoden’s funeral leads into a great feast. There is another tradition here where a minstrel recites the list of the kings of Rohan, and then the current king drinks a cup of wine to their honor. All assembled hail Éomer as the next king. He then announces Éowyn’s intent to marry Faramir, and then either actually marries them or just officially marks them as betrothed. Unclear, but good for them.

Here we go.

First Mentions:

-Aldor: Third king of Rohan, son of Brego, grandson of Eorl, and brother to that guy Baldor who went and died in the Paths of the Dead.

-Fréa: Fourth king of Rohan! Here’s where this gets super interesting.

-Fréawine: Fifth king of Rohan!

-Goldwine: Sixth king of Rohan.

-Déor: Seventh king.

-Gram: Eighth king. I hear he was light.

-Fréalaf: Tenth king. Wait, tenth? Yeah, we skipped Helm, because we already heard of him. Fréalaf was actually Helm’s nephew, breaking the direct line from Eorl.

-Léofa: Eleven.

-Walda: Twelve. No one ever knew where he was.

-Folca: Thirteen.

-Folcwine: Fourteen.

-Fengel: Fifteen.

This makes Thengel sixteenth, Théoden seventeenth, and Éomer eighteenth. When you think about it, that’s no too long of a line. Okay, well, it’s a lot of generations, but surprisingly easy enough to remember them all, I’d think. I can never do all the US Presidents, for my part.

Millard Fillmore: never forget.

Millard Fillmore: never forget.

And I forgot to mention the other day that I figured out exactly what it is that Faramir is going to be over in Ithilien. He’s a prince, just like Imrahil of Dol Amroth. Basically, I see it as being a secondary leader of Gondor, second in command should anything befall Aragorn, with a relatively autonomous little region to himself. Not too bad.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:














We have nice little bookends there to break up that WALL OF NAMES. The spellcheck on WordPress isn’t having problems with “trothplighted”…although, now that I type it down here, we’re having issues. “Folca” isn’t underlined when I type it above, either, along with some others. I’m confused and distressed.

No one dies today.

“‘It heals my heart to see thee now in bliss.'”

Read Full Post »

It shouldn’t be surprising that Beregond’s punishment is light. Aragorn remarks that the standard punishment for his crimes is death. That won’t be necessary here.

And Carl was getting so excited...

And Carl was getting so excited…

For “punishment” Beregond is told to leave the guard and leave Minas Tirith. Okay, that’s actually something significant, but his next assignment is to be the captain of Faramir’s personal guard in Ithilien. So…it kind of just works out to a promotion. Needless to say, all are pleased.

Afterwards, Aragorn meets with Éomer and Éowyn, who wish to return to Rohan and deal with rebuilding their own kingdom. They will send for Théoden’s remains when they are ready. After Théoden is laid to rest, Éowyn will rejoin Faramir for their happily ever after.

That all seems reasonable. I mean, Éowyn should at least return to get ready for her, um…upcoming wedding, you know?

Meanwhile, we hear that the riders of Rohan are leaving on the 8th of May. It’s been exactly a month since Frodo and Sam awoke at the Field of Cormallen, and a month and a half past the destruction of the ring. That was 16 pages ago.

We ride!

We ride!

Indeed, things are accelerating. That doesn’t mean that the end is quite in sight yet, though. This chapter drones on. I keep reminding myself that we still have a bit of plot left in the Shire, not to mention the true end of the book. We’re also nearing about 40 pages left in all, so there’s less and less time in which to fit everything. A single page more or less devoted to Beregond’s sentencing is very detailed compared to what else we have left to do.

Of course, this is why we jump ahead so suddenly by the end of the page. Almost a month, I would think.

No one dies today.

“So the glad days passed; and on the eighth day of May the Riders of Rohan made ready, and rode off by the North-way, and with them…”

Read Full Post »

Big flashy ceremony? Check.

Faramir asks Aragorn, as the incoming king, for relief of his stewardship. Aragorn actually declines, saying that the office of the steward will be continued. Faramir asks the people of Gondor if they want Aragorn to become their king. They say yes.

No one wants to be the awkward one who disagrees with the crowd.

No one wants to be the awkward one who disagrees with the crowd.

Faramir then presents Aragorn with his crown, though he does not take it immediately.

Through some of this Ioreth talks again, but she’s cut off a second time. I’m still okay with this. THIS IS IMPORTANT, IORETH. SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.

There is some custom presented here which is interesting. A long time ago, the prince was given the crown by his father ere he passed, or else the prince ventured into the tombs to take the crown from his father’s hands. Since it’s not like Aragorn’s dad is around, and the crown hasn’t been used in eons anyway, Faramir went and turned up the body of the man to most recently have held the crown. In fact, he was buried with it as was the tradition. So, basically, Aragorn and Faramir and high-class grave robbers. It’s a good thing that this works out well for the kingdom of Gondor, because some guards are literally carrying a casket out on the fields, and it’s very likely that this old king’s bones are sitting in it. Great.

Hey, man. Here's your crown. I kept it nice and warm.

Hey, man. Here’s your crown. I kept it nice and warm.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:









Ugh, elvish speeches. They just wreck me, you know?

No one dies today.

“‘In token of this I…'”

Read Full Post »

Argent is a color, because I guess maybe that’s a thing people know. I didn’t know that.

And this is pretty.

And this is pretty.

Today’s action is mostly the pageantry of Aragorn meeting Faramir at the gates of Minas Tirith. That, and commentary from Ioreth, our possibly not-so-favorite healer. She’s standing with a cousin, and pretending to know everything about hobbits.

She doesn’t know everything about hobbits.

The ceremony so far is pretty much what you would expect from a transfer of power. Aragorn rides forward with his “people” (Imrahil, Éomer, Gandalf, and the four hobbits), while Faramir rides out with his (Húrin, the Warden of the Keys, Éowyn, Elfhelm, and some other captains). They meet upon the field while all the city watches in silence.

Ioreth is one of those watching, and tries to tell her cousin that the hobbits are princes of some sort. She’s even heard that one of them went with his “esquire” to fight the dark lord all by himself. He set Barad-dûr on fire!

That’s not true. Not even really that close.

Ioreth's new motto.

Ioreth’s new motto.

I’m thankful that a trumpet cuts Ioreth off, because there’s something that just really annoys me about hearing a character go on and on about something that they’re just wrong about. In some ways, it’s disrespectful, and we already jumped on Ioreth and the other healers from the Houses of Healing for being kind of ignorant about certain things. This isn’t helping their case.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:


I checked back to make sure that I wasn’t misspelling things earlier with “perian“. I wasn’t. This is the plural form.

No one dies today.

“Then forth from the Gate went Faramir with Húrin of the Keys, and no others, save that behind them walked four men in the high helms and armour of the Citadel, and they bore a great casket of black lebethron bound with silver.”

Read Full Post »

I’m going to admit: this seems a little too easy. All of a sudden, Éowyn realizes her love for Faramir. She agrees to marry him, and live together in a garden in Ithilien on the east side of Anduin.

And just like that, her life becomes incredibly boring.

And just like that, her life becomes incredibly boring.

They kiss on the high walls, and everybody sees.

Meanwhile, the city of Minas Tirith prepares for Aragorn’s arrival. People journey to the city from all corners of Gondor, bringing musicians with them. The city actually becomes a happy place before the evening where the army’s pavilions start popping up on the fields outside. People wait anxiously for the king’s dawn.

As I said, it’s too easy. Remember, Faramir and Éowyn only met each other like about a week ago. They’re now deciding that a life together as east-side gardeners sounds well and good. My girlfriend and I have been dating for 6 years, and we still don’t have any ideas of what to do together, even just for dinner some nights. Too easy, I say!

I guess he's just so stunning.

I guess he’s just so stunning.

It’s not so bad, though. I’ve been wanting this section to get a move on, so I don’t mind Faramir and Éowyn’s bit getting resolved quickly. We’re jumping ahead now to the time that Aragorn is arriving.

That said, it’s not a new chapter yet. Stay tuned for where we’re going and what we’re seeing when we hit this next bit. I honestly have no clue who we’re going to be seeing all this with.

No one dies today.

“And when the sun rose in the clear morning above the mountains in the East, upon which shadows lay no more, then all the bells rang, and all the banners broke and flowed in the wind; and upon the White Tower of the citadel the standard of the…”

Read Full Post »

You’d think that having everyone busy making plans for Aragorn’s arrival would brighten the mood around Minas Tirith. Not so for Éowyn, who continues to be sad. The warden of the Houses of Healing asks Faramir to check up on her.

House of healing.

House of healing.

Faramir sees two reasons why Éowyn could be sad: either she despairs that only Éomer requested her presence at their camp, and not Aragorn himself, or she can’t bear to leave Faramir. Well, that’s a bold move on Faramir’s part. He professes his love for her once again, and this somehow breaks her spell.

UGH. DRAMA. First we had sort of an Éowyn-Aragorn-Arwen love triangle, and now it’s Faramir-Éowyn-Aragorn-Arwen. Love square, baby, love square.

Hurry up and bring your jukebox money!

Hurry up and bring your jukebox money!

But if Éowyn’s snapped out of that, I can totally deal with it. Sadness for the sake of sadness is pointless, and once again, especially when we already know that things are working out well for our heroes. Don’t go around ruining that just because your first choice love isn’t into you!

But, honestly, it must kind of suck for Faramir to so clearly know that he’s the second choice. Well, if he really loves her as much as he keeps saying, it must not matter.

No one dies today.

“‘I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,’ she said; ‘and…'”

Read Full Post »

All that sorrow is for naught. You can tell because the people of Minas Tirith are being happy in their homes for no reason at all.

Like puppies. Puppies do that.

Like puppies. Puppies do that.

As this weight is being lifted, an eagle flies over the city, telling all of the victory for the forces of good. Time jumps forward suddenly, with preparations being made for Aragorn’s arrival. Merry is called for and sent out with the rest of the wagons needed for the king’s camp up in Ithilien.

Oh, and Faramir kisses Éowyn’s brow. Things are getting HOT up in here!

I find it to be an interesting turn of events that the weight of Sauron’s evil is lifted in mind before anyone realizes it. People rejoice, but they don’t know why. It’s like good is being allowed to reenter the world again. I would say that it seems impossible that an evil force could have such a power to make everyone feel so downtrodden, but I don’t want to underestimate the power of years and years of evil work. Perhaps it does work that way.

So, every time I feel depressed, I should just chalk it up to some evil being living in the world?

So, every time I feel depressed, I should just chalk it up to some evil being living in the world?

Meanwhile, we learn today that eagles are capable of high speech. I guess even eagles need heralds to proclaim their stuff, right? O ye eagles, hear me! We have gathered enough twigs for a new nest! Let all eagles rejoice!

No one dies today.

“Merry was summoned and rode away with the wains that took store of goods to Osgiliath and thence by ship to Cair Andros; but Faramir did not go, for now being healed he took upon him his authority and the…”

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »