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I pack my things into a few small boxes. Everything reminds me of him, the blankets that covered him, the cup he drank from. The tears run down my face as I place each in the box. I take the pale pink seashell that he brought me once from the shore and hold it against my cheek for a moment before wrapping it carefully in a scrap of cloth and nestling it amongst the my soaps. “It is time,” the old man says quietly from my door. He helps me carry my things out and places them into the cart. The old woman pats my hand as we make our way out of the city and join the crowds moving south. The people chatter excitedly amongst themselves as we travel. There is talk of battle, and one who might be King. I listen, numb. None of it has meaning for me any longer. I turn back once to see the city, shining white as the sun blazes down. Perhaps all will one day be well for others. Perhaps the King will return, and the shadow in the east will be destroyed. I will never come back to Gondor. The shadow in my heart will never lift. I am alone. 101
A Story of One Flood by Lilan Author’s Note: I’m really grateful to all those whose invaluable suggestions made this story what it is. Special thanks to Cressida for her tremendous support when it stopped going smoothly. I’m not sure I would have finished it without her! ‘…But what if you poured water into the dragon’s mouth?’ ‘What?!’ Faramir rolled over onto his belly. ‘You could. Then the dragon couldn’t breathe fire…just steam, I think.’ Boromir looked genuinely confused. ‘How does one pour water into a dragon’s mouth? They fly rather high!’ ‘What if you use a pump and make something like a fountain?’ ‘Hmm…can you make a fountain high enough?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Faramir admitted and sighed. Boromir echoed his brother’s sigh and slid off the bed, going to the window. ‘There is going to be a storm again,’ he groaned, looking at the darkening sky. ‘You know, I wish we were at home!’ Faramir looked at his brother with sympathy. Spending a whole day indoors was more than enough to make Boromir cranky, and since the very beginning of their visit to Dol Amroth, it had been rainy, windy, and cold. The Prince and their uncle both seemed to be occupied all the time – there had been some trouble with the dam, and they feared it might burst, not able to stand the rush of yet another storm, and the farmlands would be flooded and people killed… Finally, their grandsire had left to oversee some works at the dam and had later sent word that he would stay there as long as he was needed. The women of the household were busy preparing various supplies in case it came to the worst, so in the end, the brothers were largely left to themselves. Which would not be all that bad if the weather were better… Faramir did not mind it all that much. He could easily occupy himself with some quiet indoor play, or a book. But he did feel for his poor older brother… Boromir certainly liked to read too, as well as play with wooden soldiers and tell dragon tales. Doing it for eight days, however… 102
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Table of Contents Introduction by C
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Introduction by Cressida and Lilan,
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EdorasLass I've been writing LOTR f
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Nancy Brooke Like many I first came
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They talked a little while eating,
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An Ill-Conceived Notion by Illwynd
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“Gailon, have you any liquor in y
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in this condition, Ciryandil could
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The rest of the night passed withou
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Boromir was already about to give a
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Grief by Gwyneth The person sitting
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23 Boromir averted his eyes from t
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she is gone, and all your hopes and
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Sea Food by Annmarwalk Author’s n
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Summer 2990, T.A. Rumours and Memor
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“Is that true?” “Aye. I read
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Journeys in High Places by Illwynd
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“I know your excuses by now. You
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They walked through ever-changing l
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chirped. It was a silence like of t
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covering of snow; the ever-blowing
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Several hours later, Boromir sat hu
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“I cannot spot them; can you see
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Faramir thought for a moment, then
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him more terrible than to die in ba
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Page 54 and 55: Leaves on the Wind: Signaling Storm
Page 56 and 57: and you under the sun. It puts me i
Page 58 and 59: door. Still, I will take comfort, a
Page 60 and 61: The time of our separation is over,
Page 62 and 63: They began to pass through the main
Page 64 and 65: "But...have you ever done this befo
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Page 68 and 69: Faramir looked at the table beside
Page 70 and 71: alongside him. The warm breeze stir
Page 72 and 73: son," he said. "May I assume this h
Page 74 and 75: Denethor did not seem at all surpri
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Page 82 and 83: So this must be the guest from Roha
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Page 86 and 87: I did not know any Rangers; I hoped
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Page 90 and 91: to identify plants by their leaves,
Page 92 and 93: Elchim did not laugh, though Halhig
Page 94 and 95: “You cannot wander about alone at
Page 96 and 97: wondered how hard it would be to sl
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Page 100 and 101: sadness. I wish that we could have
Page 104 and 105: Boromir dragged a chair to the wind
Page 106 and 107: ‘No, Boromir, that was not why I
Page 108 and 109: The grime idea had come to Faramir;
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Page 114 and 115: Finally, they were at the door to t
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Page 126 and 127: I see it." They walked to the great
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