Altariel requested a birthday drable in which Denethor and Faramir exhibit a functional father-son relationship.

A valediction

The horn’s call faded and Faramir watched the Steward’s fingers tighten on the stone. "Do not regret your choice," he searched for comfort as they walked towards the Tower, "his strength has always been our hope."

The hall offered sanctuary from the pitiless glare outside. Denethor poured the wine, cool and fragrant, and turned towards his son. "So, it seems we must seek to fill your brother’s place as best we can," he said, and Faramir felt cheered by his father’s ghost of a smile.

Their cups chimed fleetingly together. "To Boromir!" their voices joined in the ritual of farewell.