This is a general contact post for Faramir. If you're interested in plotting or RPing with him, then this is the place to start. (He's predominantly movie based, with the finer details of his background and future fleshed out using the information from the books.)

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[The Steward to the King of Gondor is a busy man, but, if you would like to wait outside his chambers, he will attend to you as soon as possible.]

The last few days had been a riot of activity in Cair Paravel. Every effort had been made to ensure that the ambassadors from Gondor enjoyed their visit and, although the gentle queen was known for being a gracious and attentive host, there had been moments when Susan had wanted nothing more than to retreat to the peace and quiet of her own personal chambers. In the years since their rule began, she had grown used to spending time with people who were more interested in her reputation than in her, just as she had grown used to mixing with representatives of countries that did not allow women to rule as equals, men who did not know what to make of herself or Lucy. There were times when she longed for a chance to let her guard down and simply be herself.

(  She had spent the majority of the feasts and festivities in the company of Boromir, the Steward of Gondor’s eldest son.Collapse )

Player Nickname: Emma
Player LJ: atraphoenix
AIM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk
Plurk: atraphoenix

Character: Faramir
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Canon Point: After being wounded during the fall of Osgiliath and saved from his father’s madness – and his own funeral pyre – by Pippin.



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You speak of a virus that will bring the vices and virtues of those who visit the community to the surface.

Tell me, my lady, what have you chosen for me?

Though he had no doubt that her mind was occupied with pressing matters and the continuing safety of her people, Faramir knew that he would not rest easily until he had heard of Éowyn's good health from her own lips. She was recklessly brave and her heart was heavy with sorrow. In ordinary times, such a combination would be perilous. In a time of war, it could place her in mortal danger.

He was seated in his chambers when he switched on his communication device to address Éowyn alone. The memory of her behaviour around Lord Aragorn was fresh in his mind - and stung more than he had expected (or would care to admit) - but nothing would stop him from continuing to be a friend to her.

"My lady," he said, when he had finally gathered the courage to speak, "Your brother has told me something of the battle at Helm's Deep. How do you fare?"

The morning of Faramir's last day on Middle-earth dawned fair and bright. Though his heart was heavy and the knowledge that had been given was a great burden to bear, he could think of no finer day on which to say his goodbyes.

He had woken to find Minas Tirth bathed in the warm oranges and reds of the sunrise, turning the white spires and towers of the citadel into pillars of brightest gold. For a moment, all he could think of was how much this city - the city of his birth and the only home he had ever known - meant to him and how he would give anything to protect it from the enemies that surrounded it.

( A moment later, he realised that he would soon sacrifice his very life for the sake of Minas Tirith. Very soon.Collapse )

Faramir had lived his whole life in Minas Tirith, but he could not remember a night when the city had slept soundly. For years beyond memory, the shadow of Mordor had stretched, dark and foreboding, across the lands of Gondor. When the threat – which had once been nothing more than the ghost of battles past and victories hard earned – solidified into something real and the agents of the enemy began to spill out of Minas Morgal, the people of that once fair land were not surprised. Afraid, yes, but not surprised.

( Though he lived in the midst of the uncertainties of war, Faramir had no doubts about his own place in the scheme of things.Collapse )

Player Nickname: Emma
Player LJ: atraphoenix
AIM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk

Character: Faramir of Gondor
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Current Canon Point: Shortly after releasing Frodo and Sam during a skirmish in Osgiliath. Faramir has since been updated to the beginning of The Return of the King, when Gandalf and Pippin arrive in Minas Tirth and light the beacons.

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