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Boromir dragged a chair to the window and climbed onto it, putting his chin on the windowsill and heaving another miserable sigh. ‘I wish I were there!’ he said. ‘I could help too. I could…well, drive carts with people’s things…you know I could, don’t you? Or run errands?’ He looked anxiously at Faramir. The younger boy eyed him critically. ‘Yes, I suppose so.’ Privately, he thought that Boromir had to be bored indeed to offer anything of the kind. ‘Only, it would probably be too dangerous at the beginning,’ he added upon some reflection. ‘Those draught horses are different from rides. You would need some time to master them.’ He also thought Boromir was most certainly not strong enough, being only twelve years of age, and could well be trampled down by all the busy grown men, but knew better than to say it. Casting another sympathetic glance at Boromir, he immersed himself in the book about dragons again, half his mind working hard on the construction of that fountain… Suddenly, there was a noise in the hallway: the sound of hurried footfalls and male voices speaking agitatedly all at once. The brothers exchanged startled glances and, in an instant, were both out of their chamber. Once in the broad hallway, they were in a crowd of tall, wet, panting people. Faramir recognised two or three faces of their uncle’s courtiers, usually very friendly with them both; today, however, they just gave the lads a cursory glance. Boromir ran up to one and started to ask a question, but was rudely shoved aside. ‘For goodness’ sake, lad!’ the man growled. ‘Take yourself to your chamber and play there!’ Boromir went white with rage, then deep red, then white again. Faramir thought it best not to wait for yet another change of colour and dragged his brother away from the crowd. Fortunately, the latter was too stunned with wrath to offer much resistance. Back in the chamber, Boromir finally found his voice. ‘How dare he!!!’ he thundered. ‘I shall tell Grandfather when he comes, and Uncle, and then Father, and they will have him punished for it! Maybe even flogged, out in the city!’ ‘I doubt that any of them would order such a thing,’ Faramir said. Boromir stomped his foot. ‘But did you hear what…’ 103
‘I think something really bad has just happened, that’s why he was so angry,’ came the calm answer. ‘Well…I think you are right,’ said Boromir, already calming down. ‘But he could have told us what it was! I wonder where Uncle is…’ Barely had he uttered that when the door opened and in came Imrahil, just as wet and unkempt as the rest of those men they had seen. ‘Uncle!’ Faramir rushed to him first. ‘What happened?’ Imrahil ruffled the lad’s hair, sighing. ‘Nothing too good, Faramir,’ he said. ‘What?’ two voices cried. In the midst of all his worries, Imrahil found himself being very close to chuckling. The two pairs of grey eyes bored into him as both his nephews stood very close to him, Faramir tugging at his belt and Boromir having taken a firm hold of his right hand. They looked like two over-enthusiastic young pups jumping around their master…indeed, he had an impression they might start bouncing at any moment! ‘The dam burst,’ he finally said. There was a collective gasp from the brothers. ‘So this is why everyone is so agitated,’ Boromir murmured, feeling a tiny bit guilty. He glanced at Faramir and was relieved to see no ‘I told you’ look upon his face. ‘Busy, too,’ Imrahil said. ‘We need every hand we can get…a village has been flooded, and most people are still on the roofs, some with their livestock, waiting for rescue.’ ‘How are you going to do that?’ Faramir asked, frowning. ‘Boats,’ their uncle answered. ‘We are taking them to a safe place by boats.’ ‘Oh…’ They fell silent. Imrahil sighed and patted both their heads. ‘I have come here to you for a reason…’ he started. Boromir brightened immediately. ‘What?’ Now he started to bounce indeed. ‘You want us to help, don’t you? I can row very well, remember you taught me last summer? And Faramir…’ He faltered for a moment, realising that Faramir probably could not do that as well as he, but not wanting to hurt his little brother…surely he wanted to be out there too! ‘Faramir can help with the beasts, he’s so good at that!’ To his surprise, Faramir did not express any joy or enthusiasm. He seemed to know their uncle’s next words before they were spoken… 104
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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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numbed, and their feet, kicking thr
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
Page 66 and 67: snip "I don't think so, little brot
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
Page 76 and 77: An observer might wonder what it wa
Page 78 and 79: name. Better to be Anárion and die
Page 80 and 81: another thing he’d learned from M
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
Page 88 and 89: They saw guards of the Citadel and
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
Page 98 and 99: He laughs, showing fine straight te
Page 100 and 101: sadness. I wish that we could have
Page 102 and 103: I pack my things into a few small b
Page 106 and 107: ‘No, Boromir, that was not why I
Page 108 and 109: The grime idea had come to Faramir;
Page 110 and 111: To their great dismay, that proved
Page 112 and 113: Something in his face clearly made
Page 114 and 115: Finally, they were at the door to t
Page 116 and 117: ‘Something tells me you are not a
Page 118 and 119: His eldest was lying sprawled acros
Page 120 and 121: ‘Awaken your brother, ’tis rath
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Page 124 and 125: "Do the young men of Gondor think o
Page 126 and 127: I see it." They walked to the great
Page 128 and 129: "To the new year!" the guests repea
Page 130: Still, Mithrandir thought, it had b
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