You drew you hand back and your arrow flew
And I was brought down by the shaft’s sweet flight
But what you’d done to me, you never knew

I saw the feathered dart, I felt the bite
I turned to meet your eye, my heart your prey
And I was brought down by the shaft’s sweet flight

I watched my old life slowly bleed away
And found to my surprise that I was free
I turned to meet your eye, my heart your prey

I marveled at the gift you’d given me
I knew that we could face the dark together
And found to my surprise that I was free

I stroked the softness of the arrows feathers
The sharp steel of your grey eyes pierced my heart
And knew that we could face the dark together

I only thought of sorrow at the start
You drew you hand back, and your arrow flew
The sharp steel of your grey eyes pierced my heart
But what you’d done to me, you never knew.

arrows and love – so hard, so sharp, so penetrating --- so soft.

Faramir’s name is usually translated to mean sufficient or adequate jewel, (which may say a lot about his parents), from the Sindarin word far. But, it should also be possible to translate it using the word faroth or hunt. It is a stretch, but it seems to me a lover worth having would put the best possible interpretation forward…

This is a terzanelle. It was written for Faramir, for the the How Do I Love Thee challenge at Henneth Annun where you can find my work under the name fileg.