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Subject: At the End of a Long Day and The Library

Faramir & Alator
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Date Posted: 10:21:33 08/20/02 Tue

The two flashes of light which came from the Istar's staff nearly blinded Faramir, who was standing right next to him. Now they had passed, all he could see were bright colours, obscuring anything else in the room. He turned to Alator,
"Sir, obviously you are new to the city. Do you need anywhere to stay tonight? I'm sure we can find you somewhere."

The wizard smiled, but shook his head.
"Your offer is a generous one, and may take it up later, but tonight I will not rest- I have much to do and consider. We knew that this was coming, but not how, or when. It will be a test for us all. And we'll need all the sleep we can get." The placed his hand on Faramir's shoulder, "I suggest you follow the example of your King- tommorrow will be a long day." With those final words of advise he left the Steward, and seemed to disappear as he merged in with the exiting crowds of people.

The room was empty now. His footsteps echoed around as he made for a door. Faramir turned then, surveying one of his least favourite places in the whole castle. Too many memories of his father sitting there. Boromir too. And then him, the son who didn't like fighting, had no desire for power. His father's disapointment at him, when his father chose to spoke to him. He only found sanctuary in one place.

It was that same place that he found his feet carrying him now. The tiny room which smelt of musty parchment. Sitting down at the same desk he used all those years ago, he buried his head in his arms, trying to shut out the world. But it was not the announcement which brought upon his misery. It was the memories.

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