Character: Faramir, Denethor
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There is thunder in his head, lightening bouncing off the back of his eyeballs.
The flashes of lightening ignites his memories; make them stand like glowing pieces on the chessboard of his mind. Black squares seeping into white...distinguishing the pieces one by one.
Denethor reading to him, Boromir’s laughter...he knows he has always been loved.
The last glimpse of his brother...
Shadows on the Pelennor; enemies at the gate...in the city...outside the door.
The thunder has ceased and he is held tenderly in a cocoon of heat...alone with his father and the stranger looking out of his father’s eyes.