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Leaves on the Wind: Signaling Storm by Nancy Brooke Author's Notes: This story was originally posted online in response to the Open Scrolls "Letters from Middle Earth" challenge, but written as a way to think around a writer's block I was experiencing with a longer story (at last nearing completion) exploring Boromir's powerful and obsessive nature. Looking for perspective took me all the way to Ithilien to stand beside Faramir as he gazed back across the plains to his brother in the White Tower. In trying to communicate with Boromir and tell his story, these letters came to me. 21 Súlimë, 3018 Boromir – 53 We have arrived, though I will not break protocol to tell you where and with what company. Suffice it to say all has gone as you intended it should — to the letter, in truth, so apt in every particular were your plans. We have made camp unmolested, perhaps even undetected; only time will tell. Morale is high, supplies sufficiently laid up, and each man has quickly made himself as comfortable as may be. I could wish myself in no other company unless it be yours. In truth, it is not possible I could set you by even if I wished to: the men, my company, wear your love and training like a badge beneath their cloaks and want for no greater armor. I see it in every polished sword, every ready bow, each easy watch, the sorties that return whole and victorious. They do you great honor, my brother. I shall strive to do the same, though I cannot help but feel I have somehow usurped your position in leading this small force from the city while you stay behind. Yet, how else could it be? You must remain at the head of your army as you are their strength, even as you alone could captain our father’s unfathomable reticence and prepare our people for the storm we know must come. Meantime I will console myself that were you here sleeping rough as you love, in the company of men you hold dear, you could not be easy playing our hide and seek
– you never were one for games. So, we take our parts, my brother, Swordsman and Archer. * The day will come sooner than I would wish when you may ride openly before the Enemy and he will quake to see it. But before then I will hope we two may meet again, as I am – Your loving brother, Faramir 14 Víressë, 3018 To: Boromir, Son of Denethor Dear Brother, 54 Tonight we stay hidden; a perfect moon shines fully on the forest and I deem we should not venture into it and risk discovery. The men are weary from much good work, and I am just as glad to find an opportunity for rest. Our gadfly campaign continues to sting; the Enemy suffers increasing casualties as we exact a toll for his brazen trespass on our lands. Now he finds his ways harried, his steps limited and uneasy while, eglerio galu * , we have sustained few losses, though dear. But what we have gained in conflict we have lost in impunity. They have begun to search for us. Large, crashing parties of Orcs range about the forest, keeping largely to the North and East. But they do more damage to her than to us; Ithilien will not be coerced and keeps her secrets for those who love her; so we remain as shadows. Like you, I sleep little, and my thoughts often turn toward home. So we must look to one another though the Pelennor lies between; I under the moon * a reference inspired by Fileg’s wonderful fic “As Truly as The Arrow Flies” accessible here: http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterview.asp?sid=286&cid=1149 * Praise good fortune
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Table of Contents Introduction by C
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 52 and 53: numbed, and their feet, kicking thr
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
Page 102 and 103: 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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