Finally.... -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: Finally....

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Faramir

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Date Posted: 16:24:24 07/09/02 Tue

Faramir rubbed his eyes. It felt as if dust was blown into the they were so sore, and he was so tired. Chaos semed to have decended upon the palace. Mysterious fire, the disapearance of the King, and the changling in the dungeons.

It was just about all he could face for one day. All he wanted to do was slump in a chair with a stiff drink. It was after he had nearly walked into a door, that suddenly he realised that Eomer would be here.

So it was with fresh vigor and energy that Faramr aproached
one of the serving girls as she bustled passed, her arms filled with laundry. "Excuse me- but do you know where King Eomer is?" She blushed slighty, embarressed about being addressed by the Steward, but directed him to one of the private drawing rooms.

The passages seemed to last forever, but he could have waked there blindfolded. It had always been his home, from when he had been the tiniest child to now, Steward of Gondor. Yet, he often wondered, how different things would have been if Boromir was still alive.

The dark wood shone, and he knocked lightly upon it. "It's Faramir- may I come it?"

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