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and you under the sun. It puts me in mind of the rhyme old Istuidhir + drummed into us as children: So you are, my brother. And for me: “First is Anórien, Land of the Sun, Ever-enduring Guard of the West; Mighty in strength, crownéd in Stone; Anárion’s pride, Elendil’s rest.” “Between Anduin and the mountains Walks the Moon in Isildur’s realm; Mother of Stewards, Land of Fountains – Fair and forsaken Ithilien.” And so she is. As I imagine you pacing the stones of Minas Tirith here it is the river which gives me some measure of peace. I know you will laugh but I will tell you many nights I almost believe she has words for me, could I understood her murmurings. Though I and my men sleep in the day, I think we still dream at night. Even in the burgeoning spring there is a hush over Ithilien; ghosts walk here. While the sun’s rays penetrate in broad shafts through the canopy thick with sycamore, oak and maple leaves the moon makes his presence known to us in a pervasive silver glow that is startlingly beautiful, though eerie. Still, we are well sheltered from the constant fume of Orodruin though he is close, and I will be grateful to the proximity of the Ephel Duath for nothing but that it hides us from view of that flame-capped peak that ever must be in your sights. Nothing can shade us from his voice, however, and we hear it rumbling in our dreams and waking. I long to walk these paths someday in peace, Boromir. Think you I will have the chance? So I will hope. ~F~ + literally ‘Learned man’ The poem is part of a larger work of mine, available here: http://www.nancybrooke.com/Fief%20Poems/poemintro.htm 55
17 Lótessë, 3018 To: Boromir, son of Denethor Captain-General of Gondor - Sir, the news I must tell you already have imagined: the Enemy is calling his army to him. The increasing Easterly and Northern Orc incursions we have so frequently countered were not so much to hunt us, as to drive our attention from the South road which this day would have given safe conduct to several companies of Men, were it not for your incisive caution. Would I had heeded it sooner! What I took in pride and eagerness as victories for myself and my men were, in truth, victories for our Enemy despite his losses or, perhaps, because of them – but I will not imagine such tactics. My Captain, I have failed you. The network of watchers and runners you had me root about the forest has quickly born fruit and we were forewarned of their coming; but not as we should have been. We met them some several leagues North of the Ancient Crossroads – Yes, so close – and ambushed them well. Their darkness – dark skin, eyes and long, plaited hair – marked them as much as did their brightness as they came arrayed in scarlet robes and much decorated with gold. Southrons, Haradrim: our ancient enemy. Much about them seems different, Brother, but their blood runs as red as ours and just as freely, though I will tell you I have never before seen so much of it spilled in one day, and by my own hand. And where they travel can the Corsairs be far behind? I will fear for fair Pelargir to have them so far inland. Ah! Eglario galu did I write to you last? We may now see the vain haste of those words – No. I will praise good fortune for every life under my command; particularly in the light of so many lost this day and the damage done our Enemy; he may out look from the Black Gate expectantly for allies but none shall come that way today. But come they will; that we now know. This missive carries with it a full list of the dead, and my deepest regrets for the messenger my inexperience has made of you. My dreams fill with the women who will wake tomorrow to widowhood coming with your knock at their 56
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Page 14 and 15: “Gailon, have you any liquor in y
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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
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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 54 and 55: Leaves on the Wind: Signaling Storm
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
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Page 68 and 69: Faramir looked at the table beside
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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
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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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His eldest was lying sprawled acros
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‘Awaken your brother, ’tis rath
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I see it." They walked to the great
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