Anything at all

“Anything about your father? Anything at all?” Pippin had hoped Faramir would not ask, but now that he had, Pippin would have to answer.

“Of course, I didn’t know him very well,” he started hesitantly, “And in a way I don’t think he took all that much notice of me. I was a novelty, and my swearing to his service was a way to get at Gandalf, at Mithrandir, for him. Although I think he, he also valued it as – if you like – atonement for your brother’s death.” Pippin stopped. He was babbling, he knew it, but Faramir only nodded.


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