Théo and Faramir: Delving into History

Théo: Dave and Paris kindly agreed to allow Faramir and I to spend some time together. My recent conversation with Mer has left me curious about many things, one being the history of this world and how it meshes with our world, and can think of no-one better to help me find out more. I remember well his love of books and the look of surprise on his face when he found out my own passion for them, something I thank my grandmother for. And Faramir himself was a good influence on me during a time when I was younger and had forsaken reading for more earthy pursuits. I smile at the memory of a lad with serious grey eyes who was as passionate about his books as he was about his sword practice. Not that his father ever acknowledged either skill. But I banish all thought of Denethor as Dave nods a farewell to me, and my old friend replaces him.

“Faramir!” I pull you into a hug. “It has been too long.”

Faramir: The hug is warm and very welcome. It has indeed been too long. "Théodred! I was beginning to think you had run off with the hobbits and forgotten me. So, what would you like to do today? Play pool? Go off carousing in the taverns? Ride?"

You've got an odd look on your face, one I can't quite discern. I have to admit it intrigues me. I've not been in Wellington much of late, since Dave and Paris have come to some agreements of their own, I have left them in peace to discover the new levels of their relationship. While I am glad for them, and celebrate their coming to terms with their union... I have to admit that I've craved some time of my own in this land I have adopted as my second home, and have missed those I consider friends. Foremost among those is Théodred, and now we have a day to ourselves. "Tell me of what we will do this fine day in Wellington, old friend"

( Théo: I suppose you never expected to hear me ask to be taken to a library? )