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An observer might wonder what it was in his recollections that caused Denethor to hesitate in his step, and reach one slender hand up to cautiously feel the long, curling hair flowing down the back of his head as if to assure himself it was all still there. But the memory, whatever it was, seemed to last but a moment; then the Steward's step grew firmer, and he continued his walk back to his duties, leaving his sons to enjoy their carefree days while they lasted, in peace. 75
‘This much I learned, or guessed’ by Nesta The turret room was small, thick-walled, but with a surprisingly large window, opening south to catch as much daylight as possible. All afternoon the light had slanted in, carrying a million dust-motes, falling almost palpably on strewn tables and piled shelves. Now, however, there could be no doubt of it: the light was fading. A clear bell-note from outside confirmed it. One hour before sunset. Faramir frowned and shifted his position to ensure that as much light as possible fell on the page before him. Very soon it would be too dark to read without a light, and not having intended to stay so long he had not brought one. To summon a servant to bring a lamp would be to betray his whereabouts, and even if he pledged the servant to secrecy, his father would know within the hour; his father could read a glance, even a thought. It wasn’t that his father had forbidden him to visit this particular room, but Faramir felt uneasily that this was because he hadn’t asked him. It would most likely qualify as ‘Dancing attendance on Mithrandir’ or ‘skulking in the archives’, both of which were disapproved of. He thought he’d heard Boromir calling for him quite some time ago; he ought to have been at archery practice. If Boromir found him before supper time he’d get his ears boxed, but it was worth the risk; Boromir had never in his life hit his younger brother with any real intention to hurt, and moreover, he could be relied on to cover for him if awkward questions were asked. And his memory for offences was mercifully short. Their father was another matter. Faramir had come up here because Mithrandir had said the matter was important. No, not said in so many words; Mithrandir didn’t like to make things obvious. It was the way his eyes grew needle-bright that told you, and his attentive stillness whenever the subject was mentioned, however trivial the allusion. Elendil … Gil-galad…Anárion …Isildur … Dagorlad … Orodruin … Isildur… Aiglos and Narsil … the One who must never be named … Isildur. It always came back to Isildur, but why? He fought alongside his father and brother in the great war, they died in the last battle, he lived, came back to Gondor, told his nephew what to do, rode away to his kingdom in the North, was ambushed by Orcs, was shot, and died. Everybody knew that. How silly, how bitter, to survive all that and then be brought down by a random shot: Isildur, a man so mighty that you’d think Orcs would fly howling at the mere sound of his 76
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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
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Grief by Gwyneth The person sitting
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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 72 and 73: son," he said. "May I assume this h
Page 74 and 75: Denethor did not seem at all surpri
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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
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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Page 120 and 121: ‘Awaken your brother, ’tis rath
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Page 124 and 125: "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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