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numbed, and their feet, kicking through the snow, ached with cold. Snow settled on their shoulders and melted there, and it gathered in their hair, to be shaken off at intervals. Time stretched as they walked; they might have not gone any distance at all, so little could they gauge of their progress, but they went on without stopping. They worried for Daeron; he had not spoken a word in hours. The only hope they had was that they would be able to get down quickly to some place where they could get out of the storm, and perhaps make a fire once more. “After this, I’m sure Ithilien will seem a comfortable and home-like place,” Boromir said suddenly. His mind had been wandering, lingering on drear thoughts. It seemed to him better to focus on something other than the cold and the uncertainty of their descent. Faramir smiled to himself. “Certainly it will, even more so than it does already.” There was a silence as they maneuvered down a steeper slope, carefully keeping the litter on a level. “I would have liked to have seen it, when Men still dwelt there in peace,” he continued when they reached the bottom. “It seemed like a garden, long untended and overgrown, but still with a lingering beauty.” “Something like that,” Boromir said in answer. In truth he had thought that any evidence of Men’s labors there was long faded, outside of the secret places still held by the Rangers and the occasional bit of tumbled old stone. They forced their way through a deeper drift of snow in silence. At the end of it, Boromir turned his eyes to the sky again. Though snow still fell, the grey sky above was indeed growing lighter. “The storm is over!” he said, sighing with relief. Through the thinning snowfall, they could see now below them on the slope, perhaps only a league away, the snow-dusted tops of dark trees. They could have shouted for joy; they would make it, all three of them. 51 A month had passed since their ordeal on the mountain. Daeron was still in the Houses of Healing; he had recovered quickly from the blow to the head once he was warmed again, but the leg would take longer. The brothers had taken to visiting him there while he recovered. “I admit I am surprised,” Daeron said one day, “that after everything… Thurinir has told me that I will be offered a Captaincy among the Rangers—when I am fully healed, of course.”
“Why does it surprise you? The mountain’s whims are not yours to command,” Faramir replied gently. “True, but I did not really complete the task, did I? At least not with my own feet.” Somehow he was able to chuckle over this now; for some time he had felt a terrible weight of gratitude toward his rescuers, which had faded only after many friendly visits. “I was not sure, at first, whether I even wanted the command any more. But I will accept it. Hador would wish me to, I think,” he added. “You will do honor to his memory,” Faramir said, voicing Daeron’s unspoken thought with calm assurance. But they could not remain with Daeron long that day, and they soon excused themselves. The company that Faramir was to lead was ready to return to Ithilien, and he would be going with them. Boromir, likewise, was preparing to return with his company to Osgiliath only a few days hence. When the time came, they stood together before the gates of the City. Their backs were to the White Mountains, and they gazed eastward. A hint of a smile was on Faramir’s lips, but Boromir’s look was darker. He wanted to say many things—on how proud he was of Faramir, the faith he had in him, how much he worried for him, little pieces of advice that he was sure Faramir already knew— but he could not find words for any of it. Instead he tousled Faramir’s hair as he had when they were young, and grinned. “Take care of yourself, little brother.” “I will,” Faramir answered solemnly. They embraced, and parted. Boromir stood watching until Faramir and his men had disappeared along the road, then walked slowly back into the City. 52
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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 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 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 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
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
Page 84 and 85: Boys at Play by Khorazîr 83
Page 86 and 87: I did not know any Rangers; I hoped
Page 88 and 89: They saw guards of the Citadel and
Page 90 and 91: to identify plants by their leaves,
Page 92 and 93: Elchim did not laugh, though Halhig
Page 94 and 95: “You cannot wander about alone at
Page 96 and 97: wondered how hard it would be to sl
Page 98 and 99: He laughs, showing fine straight te
Page 100 and 101: 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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