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There was another long moment of silence.<br />

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And another.<br />

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At last, Faramir noticed that his brother was standing behind him, not<br />

moving or saying anything for a very long time.<br />

"Boromir? Are you done?"<br />

There was no reply.<br />

"Can I see now?"<br />

Still nothing.<br />

"Boromir?"<br />

Unsure as to whether Boromir was still going to cut his hair, Faramir<br />

remained still until his brother finally spoke.<br />

"Faramir?" He sounded rather anxious.<br />

The younger boy wasn't sure he liked that at all. "Yes?"<br />

A few moments of quiet passed.<br />

"I love you, Faramir."<br />

This was not at all what Faramir had been expecting to hear, and he<br />

scowled in bewilderment.<br />

"Um, I love you, too, Boromir," he said. "Are you done? Can I see my hair<br />

now?"<br />

After a moment, the very damp towel was slowly pulled from Faramir's<br />

shoulders.<br />

"Yes," was Boromir's answer, in a dull tone even more worrisome than<br />

before. "Yes, you can see your hair now.”<br />

68<br />

<br />

Some distance away, two charwomen who were scrubbing the steps of the<br />

palace suddenly stopped in their chores and looked up at each other in surprise.<br />

After a moment, one of them spoke.<br />

"Did you just hear some poor child scream?”<br />

<br />

Denethor sighed wearily as he plodded up the road approaching Minas<br />

Tirith on his finely decorated steed, his entourage of courtiers and guards

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