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“Perhaps. But it is a risk you don’t need to take. Hallas has things well in<br />
hand,” he said, and offered Boromir his.<br />
Ciryandil had watched all of this with a curious mixture of shock, relief,<br />
and fear. He had recognized Lord Faramir from the few occasions that the two<br />
Captains’ companies had met. The shock had come from his sudden appearance<br />
from the darkness. The relief stemmed from knowing that Faramir would be able<br />
to stop his brother where Ciryandil could not. The fear… well, it occurred to him<br />
now that, orders or no, Faramir would not be pleased with him.<br />
Many people considered Faramir to be the less formidable of the two<br />
brothers, but Ciryandil had always been somewhat daunted by him. He<br />
seemed… less approachable, loftier somehow, and he reminded him of stories his<br />
father had told about Lord Denethor, about the power in the man’s gaze. He had<br />
to force himself, now, to speak.<br />
“My lords… shall I…?” he gestured hesitantly toward the battle.<br />
Faramir shook his head. “No, come with us. I suspect I may need help in<br />
getting him back to your encampment.” Boromir was already leaning on his<br />
brother as he stood, but he nodded assent at this.<br />
With some difficulty, the three wove their way back to the other side of the<br />
ridge, leaving the noise of the ongoing battle behind them. The camp was still far,<br />
and Boromir grew more and more weary, until he was supported by Faramir on<br />
one side and Ciryandil on the other. Occasionally he would mutter something<br />
unintelligible, but other than that, they walked in silence. By the time they<br />
reached the camp, Ciryandil was nearly quivering with fear of repercussion.<br />
As they neared the camp, Gailon and the others rushed out to meet them.<br />
There was a brief flurry of motion and chatter as they all tried to assist at once,<br />
but then they saw that their Captain was merely half-asleep and not wounded,<br />
and gave way for Faramir to bring his brother back to the bed he had left so<br />
abruptly, hours ago.<br />
And there by his side Faramir stayed until sunrise. Ciryandil stood nearby.<br />
When Boromir had fallen fully asleep, he said in a halting voice, “Lord Faramir, I<br />
am glad you found us when you did… I could not…”<br />
“I know, lad, don’t look so frightened. When my brother gets an idea in his<br />
head, it is hard to deter him, even when he is not fever-addled. You are not to<br />
blame, and after all, no harm was done,” Faramir said softly.<br />
Gailon chose that moment to approach. “Does that also mean I am not to<br />
blame, my lord?” he said with a self-deprecating grin.<br />
“You, Gailon, should have known better,” Faramir replied, one eyebrow<br />
arched, but with a half-smile and a sparkle in his eyes.<br />
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