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It’s been a while since I posted about reading Lord of the RIngs out loud to my sister, but I’ve totally been doing that! We’re now well into Book IV, and have run into Faramir. Faramir is the best.

 

(S: How is he so smart?)
 

 

‘For myself,’ said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the court of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Numenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.