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I look at the unconscious man’s face. How like his father he is!
I sense he is very near death.
Should Sauron fall, Denethor’s son would be the last obstacle between my hopes of Gondor’s crown and winning Arwen’s hand.
I am exhausted, yet Gandalf requests I heal my rival, the man who could destroy all my hopes.
I take Faramir’s hand and feel his brow. I sense a man of quality and goodness. I cannot allow this man’s life to be forfeit to the Dark Lord when I could prevent it.
Whatever it costs me, I must save him.
A/N. A very personal view of a favourite moment from LOTR. Written for the "Difficult Decisons "Challenge.