“It’s not true, is it?”

Imrahil looked at his younger nephew. A suspicion of tears lurked in the corners of the boy’s eyes.

Faramir’s words spilled over themselves. “That Captain Thorongil is dead because he was stupid.”

“As far as I know, he is alive, and still fighting the Enemy in the east. Who told you that?”

Faramir’s lip quivered and he swallowed hard. “Stupid! Like Eärnur. Heading off to fight the Enemy and not known dead.”

Denethor, leave your sons some heroes.

Imrahil drew Faramir close. “Thorongil is very clever. Did I ever tell you about the time…”