Inspired by "Halfwest's" plot bunny posted to the Bunny Nursery at the "Open Scrolls" archive:

"Elrond has just lost a daughter who has been his alone for centuries.

Faramir has just lost a father whose love he never had.

A bereft father.  A son with an uncertain future.

The King has returned. What is left for either of them now?"

He stands aside as my daughter passes.  He stands aside, as I have done.

We cannot know what gifts we give our children, nor say what they will make of them.  Mine is a legacy of choice, and now that gift has taken all I loved from me – wife that she might live, daughter that she might love, the sons of my body to war and revenge, the son of my heart to his destiny at last.  What I have given my children has left me with nothing.  The part I have played in their lives is now over.  I stand alone.

His father, too, saw many things – not all dark and twisted – yet withheld much and gave but little.  With what gifts did he hope to aid his sons, the favored and the enduring? gifts that led only to loss – mother to grief, brother to myth, father to madness.  Yes, his losses have been great, as have all who live to see this day.

For we have endured. Now my daughter reaches for the man whose love dooms her, even as this young one reaches also to his side, and grasps his fate.  I see that with that pale hand will he make a new world, while I will sail for the old.