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Post by jack on Mar 17, 2005 21:14:23 GMT -5
Faramir thought that his companion could not astonish him any more than she already had, but she did. 'You look as if you might have some of the blood of Numenor in you as well,' she said. That nearly knocked Faramir flat. 'You cannot really mean that,' he said.
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Post by steel_lily on Mar 19, 2005 14:04:11 GMT -5
"A small strain, but it is there. I must rest. Tomorrow, if our patient is well on the mend, we depart." With that she walked off towards their chamber.
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Post by jack on Apr 15, 2005 18:42:14 GMT -5
He followed, still slightly in awe. He then asked a question which he knew would go unanswered. "What is your real name?"
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Post by steel_lily on Apr 16, 2005 14:04:10 GMT -5
She paused, whirling on him, her eyes a blaze of passionate fury. She softened mildly as she saw his frightened expression, but her fury was not really lessened. "That is a very dangerous question, as the answer is something only 3 people still in this world know. I myself have almost forgotten. How much lore do you know?" He shrugged, still cowering slightly, "N-not terribly much" "Then I will tell you. Not because I consider you worthy of what it once meant, but because it does not carry the weight it used to. The world has changed. My name....is Elestiel." At the mention of her name, her fatigue seemed to fade away, her countenance proud and strong. There was, once again, an almost tangible glory in the air about her. But as soon as Faramir noticed it, it faded away beyond perception.
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Post by jack on May 22, 2005 9:01:41 GMT -5
She was right; the name meant nothing to Faramir, though it obviously did to her. He kicked himself mentally for even asking. It was going to be difficult to win her trust if he continued to make such errors of judgement.
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Post by steel_lily on Jun 7, 2005 15:10:03 GMT -5
The next morning, feeling rather refreshed, Elestiel stepped out into a sunlit world. Faramir was right behind her, all was well with her patient, and she had a road ahead of her. She set out at a jog, across the barren landscape.
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Post by jack on Aug 26, 2005 13:14:19 GMT -5
After weeks of travel, it was easier for Faramir to keep pace with Elestiel. The day sped by, with few stops to eat or rest. They made camp for the night as dusk fell.
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Post by steel_lily on Aug 28, 2005 18:49:48 GMT -5
Days and camps flew by, with no particular mark or interest. The only mark of their passage was the gentle chill beginning to arrive on the breeze. One morning brought with it signs that Elestiel knew. They had reached the Riddemark.
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