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Sea Food by Annmarwalk Author’s note: I don’t mean to imply that this put them off of seafood altogether; just anything that would actually wiggle its antennae in their faces ahead of time. That’s just too much intimacy with a breakfast food. Imrahil had noticed his nephews gazing with fascination at the fishermen’s children, dropping their lines off the edge of the quay to snare the crabs lurking below. Was it their simple lives that the boys envied, he wondered, or their utter fearlessness in handling those worrisome beasts? With their Nanny’s collusion, he awoke them in the early morning dark. “Dress quickly, and come with me,” he whispered, as they rubbed the sleep from their eyes. They did not question, for had he not always plied them with wondrous surprises? Barefoot, they padded through the silent marble halls, out the garden gate, and down to the beach below. Past the dunes, to the rocky outcrops the boys had seldom visited, deemed too dangerous for the young and unsure of foot. In the moonlight the tidal pools glimmered, full of mysterious, fey creatures. Some, like living flowers, waved their petals as if in time to underwater music; others, hauling their homes on their backs, crawled purposefully along the sea-mossy rocks. Fiddler crabs scuttled and scurried away. “Look,” Imrahil whispered, showing them how to snatch a crab from behind, avoiding the snapping claws. He pulled a featherweight net sack from his pocket and slipped the crab inside. “Let’s see how many we can gather, shall we? Slipping and sliding in the squelchy mud, dancing and chasing each other with the nippy creatures, they laughed until their bellies ached; but still managed to fill their sack with lively, jostling crabs. “That’s plenty, good! Now we just need to collect driftwood for the fire, and some seaweed to bury them in.” “Why are we burying them, Uncle? We just caught them.” Boromir was still breathless with giggling. “We’ll steam them in the seaweed, and then we’ll have them for our breakfast.” Instantly all merriment ceased. “Cook them?” They stared at him, aghast. Imrahil had certainly not expected that reaction. “Yes, of course. Nice and fresh, plucked straight from - ” 27
“But they’re alive. They’re alive right now.” Boromir poked the squirmy bag gingerly with his toe. “You can’t just…” “But I thought you boys liked steamed crabs. You had them the first day you were here, remember? You cracked open the claws and - ” “That was different. Those crabs were supper. These crabs are creatures.” Faramir looked woeful. “Very well, then,” Imrahil suppressed a sigh, knowing when to concede defeat. “But what about our breakfast?” “There were beach-plum bushes, back there on the dunes. We could have beach-plums for breakfast…” Faramir was already showing signs of a ranger’s resourcefulness. “…and that would tide us over until we got home, and had some real breakfast.” Boromir always was the pragmatic one. So they took the sack, full of fine crabs, and spilled them out into the water, watching as the crabs swam happily away. “Goodbye, crabs! Have a good life!” Faramir chirped. Imrahil coughed, choking back his laughter. They headed back down the beach, stopping to sample the beach-plums along the way. There weren’t very many, and they weren’t quite ripe. “I hope there’s some breakfast left,” Faramir said in a small voice. “Beach- plums don’t really fill you up…” “I hope Cook has fried some fish,” proclaimed Boromir. “I love a nice, fried fish for breakfast.” 28
Page 2 and 3: Table of Contents Introduction by C
Page 4 and 5: Introduction by Cressida and Lilan,
Page 6 and 7: EdorasLass I've been writing LOTR f
Page 8 and 9: Nancy Brooke Like many I first came
Page 10 and 11: They talked a little while eating,
Page 12 and 13: An Ill-Conceived Notion by Illwynd
Page 14 and 15: “Gailon, have you any liquor in y
Page 16 and 17: in this condition, Ciryandil could
Page 18 and 19: The rest of the night passed withou
Page 20 and 21: Boromir was already about to give a
Page 22 and 23: Grief by Gwyneth The person sitting
Page 24 and 25: 23 Boromir averted his eyes from t
Page 26 and 27: she is gone, and all your hopes and
Page 30 and 31: Summer 2990, T.A. Rumours and Memor
Page 32 and 33: “Is that true?” “Aye. I read
Page 34 and 35: Journeys in High Places by Illwynd
Page 36 and 37: “I know your excuses by now. You
Page 38 and 39: They walked through ever-changing l
Page 40 and 41: chirped. It was a silence like of t
Page 42 and 43: covering of snow; the ever-blowing
Page 44 and 45: Several hours later, Boromir sat hu
Page 46 and 47: “I cannot spot them; can you see
Page 48 and 49: Faramir thought for a moment, then
Page 50 and 51: him more terrible than to die in ba
Page 52 and 53: numbed, and their feet, kicking thr
Page 54 and 55: Leaves on the Wind: Signaling Storm
Page 56 and 57: and you under the sun. It puts me i
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
Page 66 and 67: snip "I don't think so, little brot
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
Page 76 and 77: 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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Boys at Play by Khorazîr 83
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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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oof and cracked it in several place
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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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Still, Mithrandir thought, it had b
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