Day 350: The Hand of History
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Day 350

The Hand Of History
Faramir stepped outside into the cooler night air to catch his breath at last after a long day of celebrating the King’s wedding. As he gazed up at the stars, he reflected that ever since Elessar had called him home, he had felt caught up in a story or legend. And now he had dined with the brother of Elros, first king of Númenor....
"May I join you?" Almost noiseless footfalls at his side.
"Of course, Lord Glorfindel." Faramir bowed. And here was one whose fate was twined with the last of Anárion’s line. Would it be unmannerly to ask...?
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Date: 2008-04-01 05:40 pm (UTC)Nicely done - I really wish you'd write some longer Faramir pieces.