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A Story of One Flood<br />
by Lilan<br />
Author’s Note: I’m really grateful to all those whose invaluable suggestions made<br />
this story what it is. Special thanks to Cressida for her tremendous support when it<br />
stopped going smoothly. I’m not sure I would have finished it without her!<br />
‘…But what if you poured water into the dragon’s mouth?’<br />
‘What?!’<br />
Faramir rolled over onto his belly.<br />
‘You could. Then the dragon couldn’t breathe fire…just steam, I think.’<br />
Boromir looked genuinely confused. ‘How does one pour water into a<br />
dragon’s mouth? They fly rather high!’<br />
‘What if you use a pump and make something like a fountain?’<br />
‘Hmm…can you make a fountain high enough?’<br />
‘I don’t know,’ Faramir admitted and sighed.<br />
Boromir echoed his brother’s sigh and slid off the bed, going to the<br />
window.<br />
‘There is going to be a storm again,’ he groaned, looking at the darkening<br />
sky. ‘You know, I wish we were at home!’<br />
Faramir looked at his brother with sympathy. Spending a whole day<br />
indoors was more than enough to make Boromir cranky, and since the very<br />
beginning of their visit to Dol Amroth, it had been rainy, windy, and cold. The<br />
Prince and their uncle both seemed to be occupied all the time – there had been<br />
some trouble with the dam, and they feared it might burst, not able to stand the<br />
rush of yet another storm, and the farmlands would be flooded and people<br />
killed…<br />
Finally, their grandsire had left to oversee some works at the dam and had<br />
later sent word that he would stay there as long as he was needed. The women of<br />
the household were busy preparing various supplies in case it came to the worst,<br />
so in the end, the brothers were largely left to themselves. Which would not be all<br />
that bad if the weather were better…<br />
Faramir did not mind it all that much. He could easily occupy himself with<br />
some quiet indoor play, or a book. But he did feel for his poor older brother…<br />
Boromir certainly liked to read too, as well as play with wooden soldiers and tell<br />
dragon tales. Doing it for eight days, however…<br />
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