Silent Rooms I chance upon Faramir here often. He misses you
deeply, terribly. Our ritual this, visiting here,
remembering you.
I run my fingers over forgotten belongings left
behind. I wonder what they meant to you. What
secrets might they tell me?
Here, I too grieve... and dream.
Your rooms stand silent, undisturbed, my Boromir.
They will always be, for as long as I am king.
End
by Archet
our rooms stand dark, silent. Servants come to wipe
the dust away but take care, disturbing little. Your
father issued this command; I uphold it. I want to
believe everything remains just as you left it.
