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‘No, Boromir, that was not why I wanted to talk with you,’ he sighed, the look in his eyes making Boromir’s protests die on his lips. ‘Neither of you is old enough to help, and I know your father would not look upon this favourably either. But I do want to ask something of you.’ Boromir, who had looked crushed by the response, brightened a little. Meanwhile, Imrahil continued, ‘We shall need the servants too, so I should ask you to take your supper from the kitchens by yourselves, and then go to bed. I trust that you, big and smart lads as you are, will behave reasonably and will not give anyone any trouble. Agreed?’ Faramir simply nodded. ‘Yes, Uncle,’ he said. ‘Y-yes…’ Boromir whispered. Imrahil looked relieved. ‘Very well then,’ he said and kissed the tops of their heads. ‘I shall see you on the morrow.’ With that, he turned and was gone, leaving poor Boromir standing in the middle of the chamber, looking as miserable as never before… Faramir patted his shoulder hesitantly. ‘Leave me be!’ Boromir snapped, jerking away. ‘You…you are just like Uncle!’ ‘But it wasn’t my fault that he said no,’ Faramir objected, feeling a little hurt. Boromir did not speak. ‘I shall bring the supper,’ Faramir sighed. When he returned, balancing a loaded tray in his hands, Boromir was sitting on a rug in front of the fire. He seemed not to notice his brother’s entrance, staring at the little flames that were dancing merrily, oblivious to his misery. Faramir came closer and carefully placed the tray onto the rug, casting a wary glance at him. Boromir’s eyes were gleaming with tears that he stubbornly refused to let fall: he was already twelve, after all! Faramir sighed again and put his arms around Boromir. ‘Don’t be so sad,’ he said. ‘Let’s eat…’ Boromir sniffed. ‘It isn’t fair…’ he moaned. ‘We should be there too! Maybe we could rescue someone, and then Father would know about it and be so proud, and Uncle, too, and we could be real heroes who save people from certain death…’ He reached for the bowl of cherries. Faramir took a piece of cheese. Suddenly, Boromir burst into a fit of coughing. Faramir put down his cheese and thumped him between the shoulders. A cherry stone shot out of Boromir’s mouth and into the fire. 105
‘You have just thought of something,’ Faramir observed. ‘How do you know?’ ‘You always think of something new when you eat and make this “aaahh” sound and choke when you do,’ came the answer. Boromir waved his hands impatiently. ‘Listen, but…aren’t they all going to be out there? Grandfather, Uncle, and their men, and even the servants?’ he whispered, eyes wide with excitement. ‘I suppose so,’ Faramir said. ‘Are you thinking of…of sneaking out?’ ‘Certainly!’ Boromir exclaimed. ‘And then Uncle will see that I am not a little child anymore!!’ Something in Faramir’s expression made him lose a little share of his enthusiasm. ‘What?’ Faramir sighed and said, ‘I don’t think you should do that.’ Boromir’s eyes flashed angrily. ‘Well, if you think this is not right, you can stay here like a little girl,’ he said. ‘I can go without you, if you are afraid!’ A minute of silence followed, and Boromir had not the slightest idea of the struggle going on in his brother’s mind. Faramir’s natural reluctance to do a thing which was needlessly dangerous and clearly wrong conflicted with his unfaltering devotion to Boromir, the person whose authority could be only contested by that of their father. He had a strong suspicion Father would disapprove of Boromir’s enterprise. However…someone had to keep an eye on Boromir. Faramir was certain that his big brother would land in something bad if he himself were not around…Boromir was so easily distracted, and he still could not keep his balance in the boat very well, despite all his bragging. Faramir sighed and shook his head slowly. ‘No, I am going with you,’ he said, pointedly ignoring the “little girl” comment. 106 ‘…I wonder why they didn’t take your boat, Boromir.’ ‘It’s probably too small…here, hold the oars. Oooh...!’ The wide lowland that had been a little farming village just days before appeared a sea before the eyes of two scrawny boys dressed in plain and rather shabby clothes, their faces so grimy no one would recognise the Steward’s sons.
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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
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Leaves on the Wind: Signaling Storm
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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 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 104 and 105: Boromir dragged a chair to the wind
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
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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
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