"There... you curl your fingers so... keep your wrist like this... and loosen your shoulders... and..."
A burst of laughter cuts through his thoughts. Merry and Pippin stand ready to play, wooden practice swords in hand, faces flush with laughter, their friends watching on smiling.
And as Faramir watches them curl their fingers around the hilts and adjust their stances, he knows they have had the same teacher as he.
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