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So this must be the guest from Rohan, though he didn’t look a bit like one of the Rohirrim. It was odd, and disquieting. 81 He awoke deep in the night. While he’d been asleep his brain had been worrying at the problem he’d forgotten in the shock of seeing the stranger: the problem of the missing word. If you don’t know the meaning of a Quenya word, try to work out the Sindarin word that corresponds to it. Mithrandir had told him that, and taught him a few simple rules for manipulating Quenya sounds so as to turn them into their Sindarin equivalents. It didn’t always work, but it was fun trying: word-magic. It worked this time: and from his hand Isildur took… Not just ‘took’, but ‘took’ in the sense of taking something you shouldn’t. Not stealing exactly, but wrongful taking – like borrowing Boromir’s horse without permission, as Faramir had done last time Mithrandir sneaked away and he’d wanted to catch him up and say goodbye properly. Boromir had used the Sindarin word then and had added that he’d tan Faramir’s backside for him if he took the horse without permission again; he wouldn’t bother this time, he’d added with a grin, because the horse seemed to have done the job already. So what had Isildur taken from the hand of … from His hand? It had to be a weapon, didn’t it? A sword perhaps? If … He… was dead it wouldn’t be stealing to take His sword, but it would be wrong to touch something that had belonged to Him, because it would be evil. Anything to do with Him had to be evil. How did the sentence go on? Very quietly, so as not to disturb his brother – not that it was easy, for he slept like the dead – Faramir got out of bed, pulled on a tunic and cloak and stole out. A lamp was burning in the passage just outside; he checked that it had plenty of oil in it, and took it. Probably a wrongful taking, he thought wryly. So far as he could tell by the lamplight, the turret room was just as he had left it, the heavy volume lying closed on the table. He set down the lamp, and with hasty fingers turned the leaves until he came to the page he’d been studying. The band of black paint had gone, but there was no trace of writing to be seen in the margin, only the black sun and the black star and the silver moon with its golden band. Had he dreamed the whole thing?
No, he couldn’t have invented something like that. Somebody had tampered with the page. Very old ink would flake off parchment just like paint did; he’d seen books where it had happened. It must have been the old man. The man who was like Mithrandir, and yet unlike. Faramir shivered. He had his secret, but there was no pleasure in it any more; it was like a weight on his stomach. He wished Mithrandir would come back and relieve him of the pain of it, but perhaps he never would. 82 ‘You’re looking seedy, youngster,’ said Boromir next morning. ‘Too much studying is bad for you, I always said so. And I hope you don’t intend to spend the rest of the week skulking in the archives with this loremaster, the way you always did with old Mithrandir.’ ‘No, I don’t,’ answered Faramir, surprised at his own vehemence. Nothing, he realised, would induce him to go near the turret room as long as there was a chance of meeting the stranger there. Boromir looked at him quizzically. ‘In that case, why don’t we beg a free day from Father and go riding? You can ride Thoron, if you like.’ He grinned. ‘With my permission this time.’ ‘Good idea.’ Faramir grinned back. He would not be telling his secret to Boromir; it wasn’t the sort of thing Boromir understood. It never mattered whether Boromir understood or not; it was enough that he cared. And he was now. Isildur and all his works belonged to the far past; they could be left to the seekers after ancient learning.
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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
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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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she is gone, and all your hopes and
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Sea Food by Annmarwalk Author’s n
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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
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 84 and 85: Boys at Play by Khorazîr 83
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
Page 118 and 119: His eldest was lying sprawled acros
Page 120 and 121: ‘Awaken your brother, ’tis rath
Page 122 and 123: oof and cracked it in several place
Page 124 and 125: "Do the young men of Gondor think o
Page 126 and 127: I see it." They walked to the great
Page 128 and 129: "To the new year!" the guests repea
Page 130: Still, Mithrandir thought, it had b
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