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Journeys in High Places by Illwynd Notes: Many thanks to Cressida, Lilan, roh_wyn, and the Inklettes for their advice and support. 33 For Gondorians, mountains loomed large. Dark and fearsome mountains to the east, the majestic heights of the White Mountains in the north, and many smaller peaks scattered across the land so that nearly anywhere one stood in Gondor, mountains teased the edges of the horizon. Mountains loomed large in the tales told to children; rumors of Meneltarma still standing from the sea above Atalantë, or a ghost of a legend of the tall peak Taniquetil in Valinor. The mountains of Gondor were strong, deep-rooted and fair. To live in their shadow was to have joy at the sight. But mountains, however lovely to look upon, are not the kindest of companions… T.A. 3006 Minas Tirith Arrayed around the table sat half a dozen men, and all eyes were focused on the old Ranger Captain who stood at its head. Even in the garb of city folk, he had a strange, weather-beaten quality to his appearance. It suited his task; he spoke at length of the season of training and instruction before these men, all of whom had been named by Lord Denethor as Captains of exceeding quality, capable of leading a Company of Rangers. Faramir listened attentively as the man described what they would be taught; the tactics used by the Ranger companies and the skills of secrecy in the wilderness. Faramir already had studied as much of these as he could; accounts of old skirmishes that detailed Ranger methods were abundant in the libraries of Minas Tirith, and he had read them voraciously. Just as much enthusiasm had he put into his practice with the bow, principal weapon of the Rangers. He wasn’t sure when the idea of gaining a Captaincy of the Rangers had come to him, but as soon as it had he had known for certain that it was there that his skills could be put to their best use. Denethor had given his grudging acceptance when Faramir
asked him to be named as one of those chosen that season to complete the training. The Steward knew quite well his younger son’s competence in his current command, and worried only for the inconvenience of having Faramir argue with his decisions via messenger from Ithilien, rather than face-to-face; he had secretly grown fond of their verbal sparring matches. After a week of instruction and practice maneuvers on the empty fields south of the Pelennor, the prospective Ranger Captains were allowed a day and a night in the City to prepare for the next part of their training—a fortnight in Ithilien to learn all they could of this land that had lain empty, a place of clash and fray, since before any of these men reached their father’s knees. They had all studied maps, but there were things and places no map would show. Faramir had decided to put the day to good use, indulging in the home comforts that he would miss during the rest of the training, so consequently he was dozing in his chamber with a full belly by late afternoon. Thus he also missed seeing his brother’s company returning home, and he was taken by surprise when he was roused by a tap at the door. Without waiting for a reply, the door swung open and Boromir strode through. Faramir’s eyes flew open, and within a moment he was jumping up to embrace his brother. “Boromir! I didn’t know you would be coming!” Faramir was delighted to be able to see his brother before he left. Since both had become Captains they weren’t often both in the city at once, and hardly ever for very long. “Well, my company wasn’t due any leave for a few more weeks, but when I heard the news, I pushed it forward a bit.” Boromir said with a shrug. “News?” Faramir said, momentarily confused. “That you are to become a Captain of the Rangers! Father mentioned it in his last message to me.” “So you came to wish me well?” “Aye, though I’m sure you’ll do fine. But more than that, I will be going with you.” Faramir was surprised… no, he was shocked. “Why? Surely you have no desire to captain a Ranger company? You will be Captain-General soon enough, whenever old Orodreth decides to step down. We both know you will be, even at your age!” “All the more reason. The Captain-General should be familiar with every portion of Gondor’s armies. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and what better time than now, when I can do so with you? I can think of no better companion, particularly on the last portion of the training.” 34
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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 28 and 29: Sea Food by Annmarwalk Author’s n
Page 30 and 31: Summer 2990, T.A. Rumours and Memor
Page 32 and 33: “Is that true?” “Aye. I read
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
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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
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Page 78 and 79: name. Better to be Anárion and die
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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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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