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never felt so weary in his life. He shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand,<br />
and did not even realize as he closed them.<br />
He dreamed. In the dream, he clung by his fingertips to the side of a cliff in<br />
the middle of a roaring wind. He felt battered by the wind, and terribly cold.<br />
Somehow he did not know what had become of Faramir—had he fallen? Did he<br />
also cling to the edge, perhaps calling out for help? Boromir was unable to turn<br />
his head to look. He felt the stone against his cheek, and saw only the darkness<br />
around him. Horror had welled up inside him as he had called out his brother’s<br />
name over and over, and heard no reply. Unable to hold on any longer, he had<br />
found himself falling, and awoke with a start. He felt stifled. He struggled to<br />
wakefulness, pushing away the fog in his mind and the remnants of the dream.<br />
He understood, underneath his half-frozen confusion, the terrible situation they<br />
were now in. At least an hour had passed. Night was falling, and he could barely<br />
see Faramir beside him, sunken down into a snow drift with his head on his pack.<br />
Scuffling to his knees, he leaned over his brother. Faramir’s face looked terribly<br />
pale, and he did not stir.<br />
“Faramir,” he said as he lifted his brother’s shoulders from the snow and<br />
drew him close, “awaken, it is too cold…” His teeth chattered and he felt his<br />
lower lip crack painfully as he spoke. His blood tasted of thin salt on his tongue.<br />
He wrapped his cloak around them both and pressed Faramir’s hands between<br />
his own. They were like ice. He pleaded and shook him, and silently condemned<br />
himself for falling asleep and endangering them both. He could not think clearly,<br />
or he might not have been in such a panic—breath misted softly from Faramir’s<br />
mouth: he was only deeply asleep and very chilled.<br />
“I was dreaming of a fire, of being warm… why did you wake me?”<br />
Faramir suddenly asked in a sleepy whisper, without opening his eyes.<br />
“Because we should not have fallen asleep! Up! Up!” Boromir said. His<br />
voice was harsh in the cold, thin air, and his fear made it more so. More softly, he<br />
added “we can make a fire, if you want, but first you must get up.”<br />
The urgency in his brother’s voice cut through the calm of Faramir’s dream,<br />
and he too struggled to wakefulness.<br />
They got to their feet and dusted the snow from themselves. “I thought for<br />
a moment… your hands were so cold… not that mine are much warmer,”<br />
Boromir said with an apologetic grin. “So, do you say it is time for our fire?”<br />
“No… no, we should save it. We should go on for a little, find some sort of<br />
shelter,” Faramir said slowly, flexing his fingers. They seemed to burn a little as<br />
they warmed; he stuck them quickly under his cloak.<br />
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