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His eldest was lying sprawled across the bed, the covers kicked almost to the footboard. Denethor smiled and covered him again, noticing that Boromir was much taller than he had been before the departure to Dol Amroth. Yes, he would one day grow into a fine youth… Denethor leant down and placed a kiss on his brow. Boromir frowned and shifted a little. The Steward stepped away, cast one more look upon the sleeping children, and left them to recover after their adventures of the day before. 117 Boromir was awakened by a playful ray of the late morning sun. At first, he scowled at it and turned in his warm and soft bed, determined to have some more sleep. An instant later, his eyes opened wide and he scrambled from under the covers and ran to the window. The sun?! He felt like bursting in a merry song. The rain had stopped! He could now play outdoors and maybe go swimming if it was warm enough… And then, the events of the day before came back to him like a…flood. His glance shot to the other bed. Faramir appeared still fast asleep, untroubled by the sun or his brother’s movements. Why had no one come to awaken them? As if in response to that thought, the door opened slowly, revealing their father. Boromir sighed and returned to the bedside, standing there with his eyes upon Denethor’s face. ‘Good morrow, Father,’ he said quietly. ‘Aye, ’tis good indeed,’ Denethor replied. ‘And not merely due to good weather. Sit.’ He did as he was bidden. Denethor took a chair and did the same, eyeing his eldest silently with an inscrutable expression. After a while, he spoke. ‘I deem you are old enough to understand all the peril of your venture. Have you aught to say?’ ‘I am sorry I put Faramir’s life in danger,’ Boromir said. ‘Your own, too.’ ‘I know…but Father, I didn’t want merely to sit here and wait and do nothing! I thought they needed help there, and I’m strong enough to assist, I am!’
‘And yet there are things that require sitting and waiting and doing nothing, as you say. You must learn those too. As well, you must listen to what your elders say,’ Denethor said. Emboldened by his father’s calm, Boromir snorted. ‘Shall I always have to listen to others and not follow my own mind?’ Child…much do I desire you to be your own man, and you seem to be one already… Denethor thought. Certainly, he would not say anything of the kind to Boromir. ‘Nay, if making up your own mind is preceded by careful consideration; if you have weighed all your choices and concluded that there is not a better way. Pray tell, where has your mind brought you this time, son?’ Suddenly, Boromir felt terribly weary again. ‘Nowhere,’ he whispered, feeling a thin veil of tears form in his eyes. ‘We nearly died in that house, and there was nothing we could help others with, and…and…and I have lost my boat.’ He nearly burst into tears as he said that; suddenly, the loss of the boat seemed the most disastrous to him. But he only took several deep breaths and looked Denethor in the face again. ‘You were to stay in Dol Amroth for a week longer, were you not?’ Denethor said. ‘We were,’ Boromir nodded, feeling an odd sense of relief. So this was their punishment. Father would take them back to Minas Tirith earlier than was planned…and right when the weather changed for the better. There would be no running on the sandy beaches or swimming or rowing…not that he had a boat anymore. However, when Denethor spoke again, he said something very unexpected. ‘I have decided that you will stay here for two more weeks.’ Boromir’s mouth fell open. ‘I see that you are astonished at this,’ Denethor said. ‘But such is my decision. You will stay here, but not for pleasure. Your grandsire or uncle will appoint you to some duties at the site of the flood, where you so much wanted to be. You will work there, and maybe also find some of the renown you were seeking, though that I doubt.’ ‘And… and Faramir?’ ‘Your brother will go with you.’ Boromir’s glance wandered to where Faramir was still sleeping peacefully, a hand under his cheek. The talk had not been enough to disturb his slumber. 118
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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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Grief by Gwyneth The person sitting
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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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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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"But...have you ever done this befo
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snip "I don't think so, little brot
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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 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 108 and 109: The grime idea had come to Faramir;
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Page 112 and 113: Something in his face clearly made
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