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son," he said. "May I assume this has something to do with your brother's new appearance?" The older boy shifted a little uncomfortably and glanced down at Faramir. The child still seemed nervous, but he gave Boromir a firm nod, his head held bravely up despite his fear, encouraging his brother to continue. Boromir's lip twitched as he looked back at Denethor. "Er, yes, Father, it does. Faramir and I...have..." He paused and swallowed. "We have something we need to confess to you." Denethor barely moved as he gazed at them both. "Very well," he said, his voice not so stern as before. "You may proceed. I promise to give you both my full attention." For a moment, Boromir stared at his father, his green eyes only now betraying a hint of anxiety. Then he swallowed again and quietly said, "Yes, sir," before recounting, in soft but steady tones, the complete tale of how Faramir had come to have nearly all of his hair cut from his head. "In the end, Mistress Darwain was able to fix the worst of it," Boromir said as he finished the tale. During its telling, he had looked often at Faramir with a countenance wreathed in deep regret, but now lifted his gaze to face their father. Faramir's expression had remained uncertain but resolute as he squeezed his brother's hand now and then for support. "She thinks it will grow back all right, and had some ideas on how we could fix it so it won't look so bad. Then she cut my hair, as Lady Allaneth intended, and it was all over." During the tale, Denethor had sat silently, hands folded, listening intently, his eyes darting back and forth between Boromir and Faramir. No shadow of anger had crossed his face; it had maintained the same stern cast throughout the entire narration. Boromir solemnly faced his father, his tone sincere and humble. "We have both talked about it, and...and we know it was wrong of us to disobey Lady Allaneth. We thought the most honorable thing to do would be to come and speak to you tonight, and face the consequences for our actions, as men of Gondor should." When Boromir had finished, both he and his brother waited, each holding their breath without really realizing it. At length, Denethor stirred. "A most interesting adventure," he said finally, regarding the two boys. "Tell me, Boromir, have you done as you wished, and practiced with the new sword I gave you?" 71
At this unexpected question, Boromir blinked a little. "Well...yes, sir," he admitted. "I used it during my lesson today with the arms master. It is a wonderful sword, and I thank you for it." He hesitated. "But...I confess, it wasn't as much fun to use it as I thought it would be, yesterday." Denethor nodded, and looked over at Faramir. "And you, Faramir, have you read the tale you were longing to finish?" Faramir shook his head. "No, Father," he conceded. "I, um, I haven't really felt like reading." A small smile tugged at Denethor's lips. "I am sure that will change," he declared, before drawing a deep breath and settling back in his chair. "Boromir, Faramir, you must know that I am quite pleased that you have found the courage to admit this transgression freely to me, instead of my having to hear of it from Lady Allaneth or Mistress Darwain." Two small voices replied "Yes, sir." The dark eyes moved back and forth between the two boys as Denethor's voice grew slightly sharper. "And you must know that I am quite displeased at your disobedience of Lady Allaneth, who acts by my authority over you both when I am gone." Two voices repeated "Yes, sir," much smaller this time. "I understand that there are times when one would far prefer the pleasant activities of leisure over the less agreeable ones of duty," the Steward went on, his tone never softening. "As my sons, you must learn to subdue those preferences, and fulfill what has been asked of you, even at the cost of your own desires. This is not the last time such a sacrifice will be asked of you both, nor will it be the most difficult. I expect that you will each meet this challenge more successfully when it is next laid before you." He paused, and gave them each a very keen, penetrating glance. "Will you not?" Boromir and Faramir looked their father steadily in the eye and chorused "Yes, Father", speaking the words as the earnest promise they all understood them to be. After studying them both without speaking for a moment, Denethor unfolded his hands and picked up one of the documents before him. "Very well," he said in a much lighter voice, following a short cough. "This matter will be discussed no more. I shall see you again shortly when my work is concluded here." He turned his eyes to the parchment in his hand. Boromir and Faramir stayed where they were, hand in hand, exchanging rather uncertain glances. Finally, Boromir cleared his throat. "Father?" 72
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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
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in this condition, Ciryandil could
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The rest of the night passed withou
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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 62 and 63: They began to pass through the main
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 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;
Page 110 and 111: To their great dismay, that proved
Page 112 and 113: Something in his face clearly made
Page 114 and 115: Finally, they were at the door to t
Page 116 and 117: ‘Something tells me you are not a
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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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