Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit Preferences and Imagines

4. Minas Tirith (Faramir)

This is based on the film, but the order of events may be changed to suit the story.
It was right up ahead of you. The white walls glistening in the sun. All you had to do was gallop a bit further and you would be there; be at the gates.
"Come on Alyssa, only a bit further." You cooed to your horse. At your command she began to run faster, and before you knew it, you had reached the gates of Gondor.

No sooner had you entered the through gates your horse was in the stables and you were running towards the palace, hoping to find Gandalf and Pippin waiting outside. And there they were.
"Gandalf! Gandalf!" You called out the wizard. He turned around at the sound of your voice and looked surprised to see you; as you had expected.
"(Y/N)! What are you doing here my dear? I thought I left you in Rohan with Aragorn and Legolas." He said curiously.

"You did," you said slightly out of breathe as you stopped before the wizard and the hobbit, "but we decided my efforts were best suited with you. After all, the orcs are bound to arrive soon and you need all the help you can get!"

Gandalf laughed at your words, "I suppose you are right, (Y/N). Now, when are they going to let us in I wonder." He turned around back to the door but just as he did, it was opened and a young maid ushered you all inside. Just before you entered, you smiled at Pippin who was looking more nervous than you had ever seen him before.

"Don't worry." You whispered. He looked up and tried to smile, and you gave him an encouraging nod.
*
What is wrong with this man? You thought to yourself as Gandalf argued with the steward of Gondor. He would simply not listen, he was too wrapped up in his own self-pity. There is no helping him, we should just leave him here to face his own fate alone. But just as you were about to give up, the doors opened. You turned around too see a tall, fair haired man walking forwards. A very handsome man, you thought to yourself.

"Father." He spoke, and you realised he was talking the Denathor, the steward of Gondor.

"Faramir. What news do you bring? Are you here to tell me that you have succeeded in defending Osgiliath? Or are you here instead to report to me another or your failures?" The steward asked with much vengeance to his voice. As he spoke these harsh words you saw a flicker of sadness and regret flash in Faramir's eyes.

"There were too many of them Father. Osgiliath was overrun - there was nothing we could do -" Faramir tried desperately to explain himself but was cut off by his father.

"You mean to tell me you have failed once again, Faramir, son of Denethor, brother of the heroic Boromir? How could you do this to me? How do you have the nerve to come in here with your failure just to shake me up and upset me even more? Is that what you want? Are you trying to kill me of heart break?!" Denethor was nearly shouting now. Nearly shouting at his own son who was desperately trying to defend himself. You couldn't take much more of this.

"Excuse me, Denethor, steward of Gondor!" You had to raise your voice to be heard over the argument.
"Yes, young maiden? Can't you see I am trying to have a discussion with my son?" He replied sarcastically.
"With all due respect sir, that didn't look like a discussion to me. That looked like a bitter old man shouting at his son who in actual fact did nothing wrong and has no reason to be defending himself." You said, with as much venom as you deemed appropriate.

"Excuse me, who are you to speak to me like that? Who are you to defend my sons ignorance and stupidity when you know nothing about our affairs?" The steward asked angrily.

"It does not matter who I am -" you were about to spit back when Gandalf interrupted you.

"Leave it (Y/N)." But you were too angry to stop.

"It does not matter who anyone in this room is because all that matters is that you are shouting at an innocent man who is constantly trying to please you yet all you do is mope around and wish he was your other son! You have no idea how hard he is trying to impress you yet I can see it and I have only just arrived here! You are a foolish man, Denethor, steward of Gondor! You are no king and you never will be and without our help Gondor will fall! Gondor will fall and it shall be your fault, so good luck with defending your city, your highness!" You added extra emphasis on the 'your highness' and with that, you walked straight out.
*
It was now evening in the White City and you were wandering around the halls of the palace, looking for some fresh air. Suddenly you found a balcony looking out over the mountains, where you could see the dark and red of Mordor. Your mind began to wander to Frodo and Sam and you wondered how they were getting on.