In those first days of grief, Denethor scarcely spoke to him. During their silent meals, his father stared at the empty chair and would look away in surprise if Faramir made a sound.
Faramir thought of his childhood studies, when he had learned to draw shapes with ruler and compass. He had pictured his family as a lopsided triangle, with Boromir having the longest side. The lines were unequal, yet still were they joined, creating an unbroken whole.
Now Boromir’s side was erased, so all that was left were he and his father, the two diverging lines of an angle.top