Character: Gandalf, Faramir (approx.16-17)
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Gandalf took in the unusual sight of Faramir sleeping across the table; forehead in the crook of his arm...tangles of hair trailing into patches of sunlight.
A homecoming...his brother...the night before.
Gandalf had arrived three days ago, and found, as he did at times, that the City itself prevented him from settling into calm and contemplation - with its hierarchies and ceremonies and subtle power-games played out around the empty throne.
It touched and cheered him strangely to see, for once, a consequence of less control and more exuberance. He would let Faramir sleep it off, safely...and let calm descend.