You were a ranger of the north, unseen , unheard , unoticed, yet everyone knew yiu , knew you were there watching.

you were in Minäs Tirith on business involving the king, if you could call him that... he wasnt really the King, more a Steward.

Everyone was going smooth, you were...definitely seen as interesting. Men would bombarded you with question, trying to make friends with you mysterious and strange character, women swooned and batted their eyelashes, being all over you.

Faramir hated it. He hated the attention you got. Everytime you walked past him you earned a shove , a scoff, a sarcastic passing comment. You couldn't deny it was irritating.

It was currently the celebration of the return of Boromir, the kings eldest song and faramirs eldest brother. Boromir was boasted, praised and was rhe spotlight while Faramir got sarcastic comments from his father, sometimes straight up verbal and physical abuse. the forgotten child.

you were currently leaned back in you chair , watching the group chat and laugh, nursing a cup of ale. you had your cloak on , hood up and obstructing your face, making you look...rven more mysterious and attractive. Faramir walked over , taking a seat opposite you, joining the group and listening in, trying to get involved.