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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

It is morning. Faramir likes morning. It's quiet -- relatively speaking -- making it an enjoyable time to work on... anything, really, from which one does not mind distraction. He COULD, it's true, work on his various plans for the reinhabitation of Ithilien, for organizing the White Company, etc. But he has no idea when he might be leaving, and it's early, so instead he's drawing moles.

...yes, moles.

Really he's copying the drawings from a children's book sitting in front of him. He goes about the task very slowly but with meticulous care, thus avoiding the need to erase very often. Drawing was not often something he was allowed to do at home; he is enjoying the freedom to indulge his minimal (so he would call them) skills here immensely.

Feel free to come watch, or say hello. He's a friendly sort, this prince, if a touch shy sometimes.

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[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

Helga watches the prince draw from across the room, curious as to what he is drawing, but herself too shy to approach and ask.

So she watches from a distance, hoping to catch a glimpse of his work.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

He's not being secretive. At some point he glances up and, catching her looking, gives her a smile and a nod.

[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

She blushes when he catches her looking but smiles and nods back, as is polite.

"Good day to you Sir."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"And good day to you, my Lady," he replies. "I couldn't help noticing you watching me." He doesn't seem to mind.

[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

"I do appologise Sir, for my rudeness," she says looking down at her hands. "I was interested to see what you are drawing."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you needn't apologise!" He stands and brings his book and sketches over. "They are rough copies. I have no great skill in this, but I find it enjoyable." He offers the sketches (http://rackham.artpassions.net/) for her perusal.

[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

"I believe you underestimate your self Sir," she says taking the sketches tentatively, and carefully looking through them. "They are indeed delightful."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"The originals are delightful," he says. "Anyone can make a copy. I like to color them." He looks around, lowering his voice somewhat. "My father would never have allowed it, but I see no harm in it. And I thank you for your compliment." He gives her a little bow. "I am Faramir of Gondor, soon of Ithilien. Might I ask your name, Lady?"

[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

"I am Helga Hufflepuff, Sir Faramir," she says smiling. "Thank you for permiting me to see them."

She sighs softly. "No, you are right. There is no harm in your artistic skills. Sometimes our fathers believe themselves to be doing the right thing for us, when in fact they couldn't be further from the truth."

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

And the moles would be a fascinating thing to see, truly, were the dwarf able to see them. As it happens, he's merely ordering a lunch of bread and cheese and beer from the Bar, and looking for a spot to sit- which means the inevitable scrambling of a dwarf trying to get up onto a chair built for humans.

Bah.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir, spotting the dwarf, abandons his drawings and saunters up behind him, an amused smirk on his face. He casually lifts him up by his elbows and plops him into the chair.

"Better, master Dwarf?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli begins to make an indignant protest as the unlooked-for assistance materializes. But then he hears the voice...

"Lord Faramir?" he says, wonderingly, and looks up. "Well, I'll be- it is you. Never thought to see you in this place..." And he smiles.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't exactly an expected visit," he laughs. "But it is good to see a friendly face. May I join you?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli gestures to the other seat. "By all means. Now I'm certain I've spent too long in the forge of late- when did you first arrive here, hm? And might I ask how?"

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir takes the other chair and sits slouched down a bit, with his fingers folded over his stomach. It's bad posture, but he only does it because his father would never have allowed it.

"I came through a door, not one month ago. I thought it was the door to the library in the Steward's Quarters. I seem to have lost my way a bit." He grins. "How did you come to be here?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli sucks a breath through his teeth, considering this.

"I suppose there's no easy way to say this," he mutters. "Died of old age, lad. I left Middle-earth in the year 120 of the Fourth Age. I thought for certain there'd been a mistake when I first opened the door..."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Then you have reached the end of your story," Faramir says. "I have not. I've come from 3020 of the Third Age. Indeed, I believe you were still in the City when I departed." He laughs. "A curious thing indeed, it seems time has no meaning here. Just as well. If it did, we'd have little enough time left to ourselves. But you lived long. And died well, I hope."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry knows the face, and yet doesn't. As usual, there is something of the actor in the real person, enough that Barry knows Faramir. And yet, it's clearly not David Wenham. Nor should it be, since the film nearly got it wrong (in Barry's opinion). Still, it's best to never let on you know someone here. And best to let the real person be real.

"Good afternoon."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Well, Faramir has met Random of Amber -- been mistaken for him, in fact, apparently regardless of his distinctive not-blondness -- and been told of others who bear a curious resemblence to him, and he's kind of okay with it, especially since he looks every bit like who he is supposed to look like (and also looks like what his mun figures Remus Lupin ought to look like, but that's another kettle of fish and raises all sorts of questions about the nature of being and things). In any case, Faramir knows very few faces besides his own here, and so greets the stranger with pleasant neutrality.

"Hullo."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Since I haven't seen you before, can I assume you're new here." Barry moves closer, and extends his hand.

"Barry Allen."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Relatively. I've been here less than a month." He takes the hand and shakes it. "Faramir of Gondor, at your service, sir."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you." Barry has to suppress a fannish grin. "I'm somewhat familiar with Gondor, but only from a distance. I know a couple of people from your world, a dwarf named Gimli and an elf named Elrond." If only Barry had remembered to wear the ring Elrond had given him for Chirstmas.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"I have seen them both here," Faramir replies. "And others besides them, from... different times. Long, long before my own life. Where are you from, then?"

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry considers whether Earth and Middle Earth are really the same world. And decides not to get into semantics.

"I'm from a place called America, a city called Central City, and un;ess I miss my guess, I'm from a good deal after your time."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"If you come from Earth, I would call it a different world, not just a different time." Faramir does not shy away from semantics. "Or one of several I have heard called by that name. I saw a map of it, but I do not recall a Central City. I only looked over the placement of the countries. Your world is much larger than mine, it would seem."