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They began to pass through the main market square of the third level. Bright sunlight splashed across the white buildings, cutting deep shadows across the glistening surfaces of the ancient stone. "Besides," continued Boromir as they walked, dragging one black-gloved hand through his long, straight blonde hair, "I don't believe my hair has grown too long. Yours, though," here he stopped and looked at the mop of curls cascading from the head of his brother, "if we don't have your locks trimmed, people will start to think you're my little sister!" He grinned and gently tugged on one stray curl. Faramir laughed and stepped back. "That nice lady at the sweet shop knew I was a boy!" he protested, and stuck out his tongue at his brother. It was streaked with the color from the candy. "She even said I was ad...adorable and gave me this candy." Boromir grunted, smiling, as they resumed their journey. "That 'lady' is no older than I am, and she only knew you were a boy because she knows you're my brother," he said as they walked. "We wouldn't have to run now if you hadn't spent all that time talking to her," Faramir observed. "It wasn't that long," insisted Boromir, only the slightest hint of irritation in his voice. Faramir's grin around the candy stick grew wider. "You like her." His brother glared back at him. "Be still and hurry - you know how busy Mistress Darwain is, we have to run if we want to have her cut our hair today. And Rinonan is just a friend." "Mmm-hmmm," was Faramir's unbelieving response. He was still smiling widely. "She just gave me the candy to keep me busy so you two could talk all day. She likes you, too, I could tell. She had that funny look in her eyes, just like you did." Boromir stopped in his tracks, turned around, put his hands on his knees, and bent down so he could look the grinning seven-year-old straight in his blue eyes. "You, little brother, are far too smart for your age," he stated, smiling himself just a little. "One day when you grow up, you'll get that 'funny look' about a lady as well, and then I shall tease you to distraction. We'll see how you like *that*!" Faramir looked at him with his huge blue eyes and laughed a little around the candy stick. 61
"Now come," Boromir said, standing. They began to walk again. "We've only a few hours until dinner." The younger boy sighed again. "Why did Father have to take his groom with him?" he wondered aloud. "It takes Mistress Darwain forever to cut hair." "I know," Boromir replied somewhat wearily. "I'm not looking forward to all those perfumes and pomades she uses, either - a soldier of Gondor such as myself shouldn't walk around smelling like a rose garden. But the Governess will know if we don't have this done, so, it must be done. I suppose the books and the swords will have to wait." He sounded particularly sad by the end of his statement. Faramir licked his candy thoughtfully. "Too bad you aren't a barber of Gondor. Then you could cut our hair yourself." Silence fell for a few minutes, but it soon became apparent that their walking had slowed. Boromir's expression became very focused, his green eyes distant as he thought very hard about something. His steps slowed until he stopped. Faramir stopped as well, and looked up at his older brother expectantly. "Well, you know," murmured Boromir intently, "we could." Faramir bit off the end of his candy stick and chewed on it. "Could what?" he asked between munches. Boromir said nothing in response, but turned and began studying Faramir's hair, carefully lifting a few of the long curled strands. "We just need to trim this up to-what, about here?" He placed the flat of one hand halfway between Faramir's ear and his shoulder. The younger boy shrugged. "Yes, that's how short Father's groom usually cuts it." Boromir smiled. "Oh, that'll be simple," he said, and gave Faramir's sleeve a slight tug as he stood up. "Come on." "Where?" Faramir sounded rather bewildered. "To my room," replied his brother. "I've got my kit there, and it's got a pair of nice sharp scissors in it. I can cut your hair and mine as well, and then you can go finish your book and I can practice with my new sword. We'll have the whole rest of the afternoon." Faramir frowned a little. "Won't the Governess know?" His brother laughed a little and waved his hand. "She'll be running her own errands all day, she won't be looking for us again until suppertime. By then we'll be long finished, and looking so good she'll never guess we didn't go to Mistress Darwain." 62
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Table of Contents Introduction by C
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Introduction by Cressida and Lilan,
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EdorasLass I've been writing LOTR f
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Nancy Brooke Like many I first came
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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
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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 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 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
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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
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Page 86 and 87: I did not know any Rangers; I hoped
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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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Page 106 and 107: ‘No, Boromir, that was not why I
Page 108 and 109: The grime idea had come to Faramir;
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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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"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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