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sam_gamgee) wrote2004-04-10 01:44 am
sam_gamgee) wrote2004-04-10 01:44 am
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it's practically canon!
I was randomly thinking about RotK and Pippin/Faramir the other day and started to wonder what their first meeting was like in the book, since I remembered what it was like in the movie, but couldn't for the book. So I grabbed my copy of RotK and flipped to the index in the back. (Yay, index!) After going through a couple entries for Faramir (figuring he would be easier to use than Pippin), I found the part I was looking for. And, you know something? It's practically canon!
This has got to be the best "falling-in-love-at-first-sight" scenes I have ever read.
It was not long before a clamour was heard in the streets leading up from the outer circles, and there was much cheering and crying of the names Faramir and Mithrandir. Presently, Pippin saw torches and followed by a press of people two horsemen riding slowly: one was in white, but shining no longer, pale in the twilight as if his fire was spent or veiled; the other was dark and his head was bowed. They dismounted, and as grooms took Shadowfax and the other horse, they walked forward to the sentinel at the gate: Gandalf steadily, his grey cloak flung back, and a fire still smouldering in his eyes; the other, clad in all green, slowly, swaying a little as a weary or wounded man.
Pippin pressed forward as they passed under the lamp beneath the gate-arch, and when he saw the pale face of Faramir, he caught his breath. It was the face of one who has been assailed by a great fear or anguish, but has mastered it and now is quiet. Proud and grave he stood for a moment as he spoke to the guard, and Pippin gazing at him saw how closely he resembled his brother Boromir - whom Pippin had liked from the first, admiring the man's lordly but kindly manner. Yet suddenly for Faramir his heart was strangely moved with a feeling he had not known before. Here was one with an air of high nobility such as Aragorn at times revealed, less high perhaps, yet also less incalculable and remote: one of the Kings of Men born into a later time, but touched with the wisdom and sadness of the Elder Race. He knew now why Beregond spoke his name with love. He was a captain that men would follow, that he would follow, even under the shadow of the black wings.
"Faramir!" he cried aloud with the others. "Faramir!" And Faramir, catching his strange voice among the clamour of the men of the City, turned and looked down at him and was amazed.
"Whence came you?" he asked. "A halfling. and in the livery of the Tower! Whence...?"
But with that Gandalf stepped to his side and spoke. "He came with me from the land of the Halflings," he said. "He came with me. But let us not tarry here. There is much to say and to do, and you are weary. He shall come with us. Indeed he must, for if he does not forget his new duties more easily than I do, he must attend his lord again within this hour. Come, Pippin, follow us!"
You know, I want to know what Faramir's thoughts were. What was he amazed about? The fact that Pippin's a "halfling"? Or something else? Hmm.
This has got to be the best "falling-in-love-at-first-sight" scenes I have ever read.
It was not long before a clamour was heard in the streets leading up from the outer circles, and there was much cheering and crying of the names Faramir and Mithrandir. Presently, Pippin saw torches and followed by a press of people two horsemen riding slowly: one was in white, but shining no longer, pale in the twilight as if his fire was spent or veiled; the other was dark and his head was bowed. They dismounted, and as grooms took Shadowfax and the other horse, they walked forward to the sentinel at the gate: Gandalf steadily, his grey cloak flung back, and a fire still smouldering in his eyes; the other, clad in all green, slowly, swaying a little as a weary or wounded man.
Pippin pressed forward as they passed under the lamp beneath the gate-arch, and when he saw the pale face of Faramir, he caught his breath. It was the face of one who has been assailed by a great fear or anguish, but has mastered it and now is quiet. Proud and grave he stood for a moment as he spoke to the guard, and Pippin gazing at him saw how closely he resembled his brother Boromir - whom Pippin had liked from the first, admiring the man's lordly but kindly manner. Yet suddenly for Faramir his heart was strangely moved with a feeling he had not known before. Here was one with an air of high nobility such as Aragorn at times revealed, less high perhaps, yet also less incalculable and remote: one of the Kings of Men born into a later time, but touched with the wisdom and sadness of the Elder Race. He knew now why Beregond spoke his name with love. He was a captain that men would follow, that he would follow, even under the shadow of the black wings.
"Faramir!" he cried aloud with the others. "Faramir!" And Faramir, catching his strange voice among the clamour of the men of the City, turned and looked down at him and was amazed.
"Whence came you?" he asked. "A halfling. and in the livery of the Tower! Whence...?"
But with that Gandalf stepped to his side and spoke. "He came with me from the land of the Halflings," he said. "He came with me. But let us not tarry here. There is much to say and to do, and you are weary. He shall come with us. Indeed he must, for if he does not forget his new duties more easily than I do, he must attend his lord again within this hour. Come, Pippin, follow us!"
You know, I want to know what Faramir's thoughts were. What was he amazed about? The fact that Pippin's a "halfling"? Or something else? Hmm.
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