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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