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Faramir looked at the table beside them and pointed as best he could with<br />
his hands covered by the large towel. "It's right there."<br />
Swiftly Boromir picked up the sticky green candy and handed it to his<br />
brother. "Here, just finish that and I'll be done before you know it."<br />
Faramir worked one hand free of the towel, took the candy and studied it.<br />
"It's got fuzz on it now."<br />
Boromir sighed, plucked the candy from Faramir's grasp, swished it<br />
around in the bowl of water, and placed it back in the child's little hand. "There,<br />
it's clean."<br />
The younger boy seemed unimpressed. "Isn't that the water you were<br />
washing your dirty old comb in?"<br />
"Well, I can hardly go wash it in the Great River at the moment," was<br />
Boromir's somewhat irritated response. "Now please, be still, or there will be no<br />
time to have fun before dinner."<br />
At this thought, Faramir grew quiet, and as he had no desire to put his<br />
candy stick in his mouth any more, contented himself with breaking it into<br />
increasingly smaller pieces as his brother worked on his hair. He did notice,<br />
however, that Boromir had stopped talking to himself, but he wasn't sure if that<br />
was a good sign or a bad sign.<br />
snip<br />
snip<br />
snipsnip<br />
snip<br />
snipsnipsnip<br />
There was a long moment of silence.<br />
snip<br />
snipsnip<br />
snip<br />
Faramir began to notice that his head was feeling much lighter and cooler<br />
than before.<br />
snip<br />
snip<br />
snipsnip<br />
Boromir wetted the comb again and slicked down Faramir's locks.<br />
"My comb's not that dirty," he muttered as he returned to his work.<br />
snip<br />
snip<br />
"Hmmmm..."<br />
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