Disclaimer: Tolkien’s carefully constructed Middle-earth... Kortirion’s putty-filler among the gaps
Faramir laid out his weapons, one beside the other on his bed-roll. Knife for his boot, sword and small knife, bow, quiver of new-fletched arrows – whet-stone, spare bow-strings, leather thongs... sewing kit, including a fine, curved needle for stitching wounds… He stared; he’d not had to practise much on himself, but there was always ‘one day...’
He shook himself out of such dismal considerations, but secretly thought ‘...besides, if I plan these things carefully, they won’t ever happen’.
Later, as he walked, he planned a hunting expedition, for when his brother returned - they’d walk beside each other through green Ithilien...