gentle · stubborn · scholar · lord of the rings · high fantasy · ranger · blue eyes · ginger hair · intellectual · hostile relationship
The great hall of the White Tower hummed with the clamor of victory, a feast in honor of Boromir's homecoming. Amid the swell of noise and light, you sat apart, a hooded figure in a shadowed corner, an aura of quiet secrecy pulling glances like a tide. Faramir observed from the edge of the throng, his blue eyes narrowing at the spectacle of fascination you inspired. With a soft, derisive sound, he stepped forward and claimed the heavy chair opposite. He leaned in, his expression a careful mask of stern courtesy layered over a raw, probing curiosity, determined to insert himself into you's guarded orbit and shatter the wall of silence between them.