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They walked through ever-changing landscapes. Oaks over green-shaded<br />
floor thick with a mould of brown leaves in which little creatures scuttled gave<br />
way to larches and firs. The dark soil at their feet sloped up and became<br />
interspersed with fields of boulders and great stones amongst the trees. They<br />
scrambled over these when no path led around them.<br />
And sometimes the path was clear, but often it was not. It was crossed in<br />
places with other trails unmarked on the one old faded map they had studied of<br />
this mountain. Deer trails, they supposed, after starting down a few when the<br />
way was uncertain. It was plain enough which path was theirs when the other<br />
twisted and turned wildly (though Boromir had briefly and wryly mused that the<br />
deer might have chosen better routes than men had). In other places they caught<br />
sight of old, broken paving stones at their feet, and these were somehow<br />
heartening; men in bygone days had walked here, when the danger of war was<br />
less in Gondor and folk could spend their time on such things as climbing<br />
mountains for the dream of seeing as far and clearly as eagles. And in other<br />
places, no path at all was evident.<br />
They spoke a little bit, cheerfully and on topics of small importance, and<br />
their thoughts dwelt on the road ahead.<br />
Faramir’s thoughts were on many things. When they had begun, he had<br />
noticed most the beauty all around him. There was something enthralling about<br />
being where he had never been before, discovering these old paths as if he were<br />
the first to walk them. Little glimpses of loveliness in the wilds caught his eye—a<br />
vine of blue flowers climbing from the ground to the web of boughs above, a<br />
quick glimpse of the far pale peaks swathed in clouds, a shaft of yellow sunlight<br />
that struck on a hare dashing quickly away from them at the sound of their<br />
footfalls. Even the rustle of the wind, the far-off songs of birds, and the green<br />
scent of leaf and moistness all around stirred him. He had wished that he could<br />
devote his full attention to these things, but that was not his purpose here, he<br />
knew.<br />
But as the time passed, his thoughts began subtly to change. Without<br />
realizing it, he began to slip effortlessly into a different sort of consideration: a<br />
Ranger’s way of thinking. The terrain, growing harder and steeper by the hour,<br />
was neither adversary nor hindrance, but instead was abundant with advantage.<br />
Here was a place where he could easily conceal himself, there a stand of trees on<br />
the hill could be defended by only a handful of Rangers for as long as was<br />
needed. The leaves of that herb could be made into a poultice for aches, and the<br />
underbark of that tree could stanch the bleeding of a wound.<br />
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