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Faramir
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Date Posted: 22:03:11 05/23/02 Thu
The darkness outside was mirrored by the unlit passage. There was no-one to ask to light them, and other than Deollyn, Aragorn and Aryante there was no-one in any of the rooms along the corridor. Faramir, Aryante and that girl had stood outside in silence, waiting to see if anything was to be reported- none brave enough to step inside, and ask.
Then there had been the small scene with Mirwan. He knew not the name of the girl who had stood outside with them, but he knew exactly who she was. The mistress. Indeed, he had not been the warmest towards her, but who could blame him, not now. After all, it was her fault there was this mess in the first place. She was the one who had stirred all the trouble with Deollyn. Not that what Deollyn had done was right- just that, everything was so much easier swept under the carpet. Hidden. Avoided.
But now both women were gone, and Faramir was left alone in the passage. He lent his back against the wooden panels and yawned. It was late. His eyelids felt heavy, and slowly he was becoming less alert. Straightening up, and rolling his shoulders back he tried in vain to wake himself a little. It was, of course, to no avail. Sleep had nearly overcome him, and he knew it.
He would find Elessar in the morning. Shaking his head to try and keep himself alert he made his way, in the darkness, to his own rooms. There he sank into a deep sleep
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