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snip "I don't think so, little brother," said the older boy with a smile. "You'd need a step stool to reach my hair, for one thing." snip The last of the overlong hair fell from Faramir's head. Surprised, the child looked up. "Are you done already?" he asked in wonder, his blue eyes wide. The older boy was standing in front of him, surveying the results and biting his lip in thought. "I've got most if it off," he said in an appraising tone. "You wanted it to hang just below the chin, right?" Faramir nodded, his wet hair flopping. "Yes, please." His brother stood for a moment, still looking at his work, then straightened, walked back to Faramir, and began fingering the strands of hair he had started with. "I thought you were done," said Faramir, puzzled. "I am," insisted Boromir. "It just needs some evening out, that's all. And it's still a little too long." "Oh," was the disappointed reply, as Faramir scratched at his neck under the towel. "My neck's starting to itch." "Don't worry, this won't take a minute," promised his brother. He went back to the beginning again and started cutting. snip snipsnip snip The cut hair continued to patter to the floor, and when Boromir paused in his work, Faramir couldn't help but look. "That sure is a lot of hair," he said in awe, bending down. "Ah, ah, please stay still, little brother," Boromir said rather quickly, placing his hands on both sides of his brother's head and carefully pulling it back to an upright position. "I'm trying to keep everything, um, even." "How much are you cutting off?" asked the child as one hand snaked out from under the towel and began to feel around his ear. "It feels like an awful lot..." "No, no, it's fine," Boromir assured him as he lightly took Faramir's hand and pushed it away from his head. "Don't touch it, you'll, um, disturb it." "What's wrong?" inquired Faramir, suspicion creeping into his voice. 65
"Nothing's wrong," insisted the older sibling as he grabbed the comb and wetted it again. "I've just got to even it out. Your hair's drying and the curls are making it look all crooked." "If you keep making my hair wet, I'm going to get a cold," warned Faramir as Boromir pulled the wet comb through his hair. "You're not going to get a cold," was Boromir's somewhat testy response. "Now just...just be still, this has to look as if Mistress Darwain did it." Faramir sighed and sat as still as he could while Boromir returned to his work, the older boy muttering to himself as he plied the scissors. snipsnip snip "Now this just has to match that part..." snip "Hmmm. This needs to be shorter..." snip snipsnipsnip "Still a little too long, there..." snip snipsnip "Hmmmmmmmmmm." snip "Boromir?" "Yes?" said Boromir distractedly, still snipping away. "Didn't you already cut that part at the back of my head? Twice?" Boromir coughed. "It didn't look right." Faramir turned his head. "What's the matter with it?" "Nothing!" was the quick reply, as Boromir once more gently pushed Faramir's head into a forward-looking position. "Nothing. Just relax, I'm almost done." "Can I see?" inquired the younger boy eagerly. "No! Er, I mean, I don't have a mirror. When I'm done you can look in the glass in my bathing chamber." Faramir frowned. "I want to look now," he announced, and began to slide off the stool. Gently, Boromir, grasped his brother's shoulders and pulled him back up onto his perch. "Just a few more minutes, little brother, then I'll be done, I promise," he said firmly. "Where's that candy you were eating?" 66
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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,
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An Ill-Conceived Notion by Illwynd
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“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 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 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
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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
Page 104 and 105: Boromir dragged a chair to the wind
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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Page 112 and 113: Something in his face clearly made
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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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