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Finally, they were at the door to the office…and it opened…and again, desperately, fervently, Boromir wished he were to be spanked again. Instead of having to deal with the person who stood at their uncle’s side. 113 Boromir stood with his eyes on his feet as their rescuer recounted their tale to Denethor and Imrahil. Faramir was still holding his hand, but his fingers were now trembling a little. Boromir thought his little brother might be scared, but when he looked at Faramir anxiously, he noticed the bluish tinge of his nose and lips. The poor lad was wet through and obviously very cold… Boromir interrupted the account resolutely. He had a feeling this breach of etiquette was nothing compared to all he had done on that day. ‘Father,’ he said firmly, ‘may Faramir go and change?’ A silence followed. Denethor eyed his eldest for a long moment. ‘Very well, Boromir,’ he consented. ‘Faramir, go to your chamber…and you had better go to bed.’ Faramir looked alarmed. His glance shot to Boromir’s face, and then to that of his father. He took a step forward and opened his mouth as if to argue, but Denethor stopped him by putting a firm hand on his shoulder. ‘You will do as I bid, child. And…’ he glanced at Boromir, ‘your brother likewise. There will be time to talk on the morrow.’ Faramir slowly nodded and turned to go. Boromir stood motionless until his younger brother pulled his hand and said very quietly, ‘Come, Boromir.’ Boromir let himself be guided out to the hallway, for once letting his brother take charge. Silently, they made their way to their chamber. Neither spoke as they were disentangling themselves from their wet garments, and later scrubbing themselves clean in a tub of blissfully hot water… Only when Boromir was prepared to get into his bed did he break the silence. ‘Good night, Faramir,’ he said very quietly and slid under the covers. Faramir suddenly rushed to his side and embraced him. ‘Father will not be very angry with you,’ he whispered reassuringly. Boromir sighed. ‘He already is, Faramir,’ he said, looking into his brother’s worried face. ‘And rightly so. I have endangered both our lives…and I should have been looking after you, not getting you killed.’
Faramir was about to protest, but Boromir shook his head sadly. ‘Go to sleep, little brother,’ he said. 114 As he was quickly making his way to his own chamber, Denethor still felt his knees shake. Once inside, he bolted the door and took two swift steps to the chair, not even bothering to light a candle. The faint glow from the dying fire was enough. He sank heavily into the chair, pressing a hand to his face. He had managed to preserve an expressionless appearance while the tale of his sons’ adventure was being told, but his blood ran cold every moment he thought of how close he had been to losing them both… He took several deep breaths to calm himself. It was a miracle that both the lads were unharmed. On the morrow, he would talk to them about it and think of a fitting punishment…now, he was merely grateful to have them back. A faint noise startled him. He turned and stirred the fire, extracting several merry flames. The noise seemed to have come from the direction of his bed. Denethor came closer, thinking that perhaps a cat had decided to share it with him, and becoming somewhat irritated at the thought. However, he was wrong, for it was no cat, but his younger son, wrapped in a warm coverlet apparently borrowed from Denethor’s own bed. ‘I am sorry, Father,’ Faramir said, not waiting for Denethor to recover from his astonishment. ‘I wanted to ask you about something, but you were not here, and then I was cold and climbed into your bed…you are not angry?’ Denethor, still not over his initial surprise, nearly chuckled. No, indeed, there was no danger of him becoming angry at this after all that had happened earlier in the day. ‘No, child, I am not, though you should be in your own bed by now.’ ‘I know,’ Faramir said, nodding gravely. ‘I only want to ask you something.’ ‘I am listening, then.’ The lad inhaled deeply, then clasped and unclasped his hands, and finally asked his question. ‘How are you going to punish us for running away?’ Denethor sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his son’s anxious face, barely discernible in the semi-darkness of the chamber.
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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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Grief by Gwyneth The person sitting
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she is gone, and all your hopes and
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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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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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and you under the sun. It puts me i
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door. Still, I will take comfort, a
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The time of our separation is over,
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They began to pass through the main
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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
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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 102 and 103: I pack my things into a few small b
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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 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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