19. All the Days of My Life
All the Days of My Life ("...all the days of my life...")
Barahir sat alone, rubbing his hand to ease the cramping. So many stories, so many tales, so many truths and legends were before him, and all calling out that he had a responsibility to them now that they were no longer there to speak for themselves. He brushed a hand over one pile, the pile of domestic scenes that had been related to him in the warmest terms, such as when his uncle Beren had put ink in his grandfather's tea, and when Aunt Elliriel had sleepwalked into a rosebush. There was another pile of tales that Faramir had told of his early life, tales that Barahir had merely dictated. And of course, up through the War and beyond he had his grandmother Eowyn's testimony as well, and that was not always in perfect alignment with her husband's.
Faramir had told many tales to his grandson, but Barahir wondered if he ever knew how many more could be heard from men all through Gondor. Did he know how much a personage of legend he had become, the wise Steward who always did what he thought was right? Did he know that he featured in bedtime stories told by old men who had heard the stories from their fathers, relating events that, if all true, would mean that Faramir had personally aided every small town in the fiefs at some point in his life? Did he ever know that all the days of his life would be so remembered?
Barahir sighed. He probably did not; only writers and historians thought of how history would treat them. But as Barahir looked at the life that lay before him, he also doubted that Faramir would have done anything different had he known how history would see him. And Barahir smiled at that, and rose to get the last story. His work was almost complete.
A/N: According to Tolkien, Barahir, Faramir's grandson, was a historian of some sort, and was the one who compiled "The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen".
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