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As they walked, Boromir would from time to time glance up with a<br />
worried look. He did not know why he was suddenly uneasy, but the feeling did<br />
not go away. Faramir too began turning his eyes the same direction. By his guess,<br />
Hador and Daeron would likely be at the peak now, or approaching it; their lead<br />
was not so great. And somehow, he too was uneasy.<br />
The feeling still lingered when they reached the top, though for a while<br />
they noticed it less. They had learned to conserve their strength in the deep snow,<br />
and their steady pace took them swiftly upward. And now they were as high up<br />
as they could go without scaling the ice-sheeted cliffs to the uppermost summit.<br />
Faramir called a halt, though there was no need to say it; the view would<br />
have stopped any man in his tracks. They stood side by side looking out to the<br />
south, and it seemed that spread before them was the whole of Gondor. From<br />
that height, nothing of the features of the land could be seen but for the nearer<br />
mountains and hills that seemed so small now. Beyond that there was only an<br />
expanse of green and brown, mottled with blue cloud-shadows, and a far-off<br />
glint of water.<br />
“Do you think… no, that cannot possibly be the sea, can it?” Faramir said<br />
as if to himself. He was utterly entranced. He forgot the cold and the wind and<br />
everything else, and just looked out at this magnificent sight.<br />
“Perhaps a bend in the River?” Boromir answered, shrugging.<br />
After a few moments, Faramir sighed. “It is beautiful. More than I had<br />
dreamed it would be.”<br />
His brother glanced over at him and smiled idly. He agreed, of course.<br />
They were broken out of their reverie by a strange sound. It began softly, as<br />
a deep rumbling in the ground beneath their feet, and in moments it was a roar as<br />
if the mountain was tearing itself apart. From somewhere far off, there came a<br />
sound on the wind of men crying out in terror.<br />
As one, the brothers raced to the far side of the path where it sloped down<br />
again, from whence the sound seemed to come. Some distance to the side and<br />
below, the snow rolled, tumbled, fell as a great swath. At the near edge of the<br />
devastation, perhaps three furloughs away, two small figures could be seen<br />
fleeing, but they moved too slowly. They were overtaken, and disappeared into<br />
the whiteness.<br />
Before the rush of snow even ceased, Boromir and Faramir were running.<br />
The deep snow made the going hard, but somehow they dashed through it<br />
without stumbling, following the path made by the last two men. Their packs<br />
clattered on their backs. They did not stop until they reached the broken, churned<br />
path of the avalanche where the last footsteps stopped.<br />
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