Faramir Is A Git (Again)(Cat is not here to argue over my choice of subject. Serves her right.) -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: Faramir Is A Git (Again)(Cat is not here to argue over my choice of subject. Serves her right.)

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Eowyn and Faramir

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Date Posted: 16:54:28 02/02/03 Sun

Eowyn pulled the hood of her cloak over her golden braids and fastened the ruby clasp. Her brother had not been available to talk to her - something to do with being tired after the previous day's events the servant had said. She figured he had probably just overslept though.

Stepping out into the snow once more, she headed to the stables. The soft neighing brought a smile to her face. Mellon pushed his head into her hand as she gently stroked his chestnut coat. Behind her she could hear the cantering of hooves, slowing down to a trot as they approached.

"Excuse me, would you mind moving? Only my horse needs stabling, and you're standing in the way." His voice was neutral, emotionless, as if he were speaking to anyone. "Eowyn- please." She turned to look at him- almost desperation in his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak-"Eowyn, not now. Sorry." He led the horse in the stable, out of sight, into the shadows.

The winter sunlight danced across the wooden walls of the stable until it was swallowed by the darkness in which they both now stood. She watched the back of Faramir's head for a moment as he fussed over the tack, but he didn't turn.
"The king is leaving" she said with a faint trace of sadness in her voice. "You have far greater responsibilities here now. You won't be able to just take off when you fancy it. Elessar has named that you will assume his duties while he is away, along with Samwise the Hobbit."

Faramir span round, a look of anger on his face.

"Well if I now have all these responsibilties, then I ask you to leave me alone!" he spat bitterly, pushing past her and striding to the castle.

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