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Jay of Lasgalen wanted the Twins.

Filial duty

Their anger frightened me. Looking into their eyes, I saw the passion of Men mingled with the persistence of Elves. Yet I understood why they must go. My heart was heavy, but I would not ask them to stay.

We each must grieve in our own way. I provided warm cloaks of my weaving and lembas to sustain their quest.

The horses stood ready. I embraced first one brother, then the other. Elrohir murmured, “Take care of father while we are gone.”

“Take care of yourselves, and return soon,” I replied tartly, “or all my care will not be enough.”

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Malinear is "a big fan of anything F/E-shipping....Oooh...or something out of Dol Amroth".

Day Trip from Dol Amroth

Beyond the long harbour wall, the wind picked up. Éowyn clung to the side as the dinghy leaned over. Was it meant to do that? A glance at Faramir’s absorbed, smiling face as he handled mysterious ropes to return them upright brought reassurance, and the knowledge that here was yet another task at which he was proficient.

“Grandfather taught us,” he explained, putting one hand on the tiller, while his other arm drew her close. “Boromir and I used to spend summers exploring the coast.”

Later, he put that childish reconnaissance to good use so he could demonstrate other skills.

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makamu wanted Éowyn and Arwen.

No Rival

Even as I offer the greeting cup, it is easy to see why she captivated him, and that my challenge was a poor, weak thing. She is beautiful, wise beyond my years, graceful in speech and action.

As for me, I sought only a marriage that would bring me status and honour, carrying me far from the dreary days of the decline of the Mark; a chance to do great deeds and win renown, and to be loved by a man who was worthy of my love.

I smile warmly at her. I have no reason to envy my new friend.

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When my brothers spoke of her, carefully, I was not troubled: he had been true to me through many years while countless fine ladies set their caps at him. Yet, as she steps towards me, bearing the greeting cup, I see I might have had reason to be afraid. She is like a newly opened flower: fair and filled with joy, yet with the hidden strength that sends pale green shoots forcing their way out of dark earth towards the sun.

She smiles and I see only welcome in her eyes. I have no reason to fear my new friend.