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23 Boromir averted his eyes from the door, forcing himself to look at her again. She looked so terribly helpless and alone. But the cruelest thing was that she was still incredibly beautiful, despite the circumstances. Her hollow cheeks, her pale skin—all that did not matter. Her beauty was so breaktaking that even these grievous traces of illness could not do it anything. She was still so beautiful, and the thought of this beauty vanishing in some cold tomb was worse than anything else. The image of her fair, feathery body degrading was too much. Boromir was about to turn his head away again not to see her beauty any longer, when he saw her eyelids flutter. Very slowly she managed to open her eyes. In an instant, Boromir bent down to her, laying his hand gently on her face. He held back the tears behind his eyelids. She needed him now. He had to stay strong to ease it for her. ”My love,” he whispered. “You are awake.” Her words were almost inaudible, yet he knew what she was trying to say. “Boromir.” Faramir hastened along the hallways. He had just received the news. He had to see Boromir. When he had reached the door to their rooms, he paused for a moment to steady his breath. Then he turned the handle-knob carefully and entered the room. His brother sat in some armchair in front of the fireplace, head buried in his hands. He did not look up at the sound of the door, but remained in his position. Faramir slowly sat down in the chair next to Boromir. He did not say anything, for he knew his brother would speak to him when he was ready. After a while Boromir lifted his head. There were no traces of tears on his face. This worried Faramir, but he still said nothing. ”She is gone.” Boromir’s voice was raucous and shaky. “I was with her when she passed away.” He swallowed hard. “She died with a smile on her lips.” ”She could say her farewell to you. That made her happy at the end,” Faramir watched his brother intently. “Did you cry for her?” ”No.” ”You should cry for her. You loved her, love her still. You should cry for your love.”
”Do not tell me what I have to do,” Boromir answered sharply. Faramir remained silent for a while, considering what to do. He knew that his brother was not the kind of person to cry when he was sad. He preferred to turn his sadness into anger. But this was something important that demanded expressing his grief, not trying to supress it and turn it into other emotions. ”Please, Boromir. Remember—once you told me Father did not cry after Mother’s death, and he has never come to terms with it. I do not want the same happen to you. You must not allow your tears to freeze to a big ice-brick inside you. She was your love and you lost her. Cry for her.” “I do not want to! Do you hear me? I do not want to. I never cry. The last time I did was after Mother’s death and I was a child. I am not a child anymore, I cannot just burst into tears when something happens. I have to cope with this loss without tears. You yourself said that I should accept the destiny. This I shall try.” Faramir knew that Boromir did not truly believe in his harshly spoken words. He could not come to terms with this loss without dealing with it, and moreover he had not accepted it yet. He simply did not want to show how hurt he was. Maybe he thought if he did not cry, he would not have to admit that he was broken-hearted, and then he could make himself believe he really was not. “Alas, Boromir. Of course you have to accept the destiny, for you cannot change anything about it. But that does not mean to ignore what happened, to continue with life as usual. Something terrible has happened to you. Everything has changed. You have to realize this. “You loved her. Do you want this love to turn into bitterness? And it will, I swear. It will, if you try to go on as if nothing had ever happened. You cannot pretend to cope with it. I can see how great your grief is. Why do you not express it? I know it would be the right thing, and so do you.” Faramir tried to keep his voice calm, but in reality he was getting desperate. He was afraid he might not be able to convince his brother of the importance not of letting his grief consume him, and if that happened, Boromir would never recover from it. “You do not know anything. Why are you telling me all this? I do not want to hear it. You do not have to tell me that I love her. I do know that! I know that! Do you think that makes it easier?” Boromir’s words were angry, but he tried to steady his shaking voice without success. “Boromir I know, it is this love that makes it so hard. She was your love. You were so happy with her. You wanted to have a family with her. And now 24
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Page 42 and 43: covering of snow; the ever-blowing
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Denethor did not seem at all surpri
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An observer might wonder what it wa
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name. Better to be Anárion and die
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another thing he’d learned from M
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So this must be the guest from Roha
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I did not know any Rangers; I hoped
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They saw guards of the Citadel and
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to identify plants by their leaves,
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Elchim did not laugh, though Halhig
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“You cannot wander about alone at
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wondered how hard it would be to sl
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He laughs, showing fine straight te
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sadness. I wish that we could have
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I pack my things into a few small b
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Boromir dragged a chair to the wind
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‘No, Boromir, that was not why I
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The grime idea had come to Faramir;
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To their great dismay, that proved
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Something in his face clearly made
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Finally, they were at the door to t
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‘Something tells me you are not a
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His eldest was lying sprawled acros
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‘Awaken your brother, ’tis rath
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"Do the young men of Gondor think o
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I see it." They walked to the great
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"To the new year!" the guests repea
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