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Post by faramir on Mar 28, 2012 8:59:28 GMT -5
For five consecutive days nothing had happened. No orcs, no enemies. No information whatsoever. Nothing to bring back to Minas Tirith, his father. So Faramir stayed. If he returned with empty hands&eyes, Denethor would be disappointed(than ever, more disappointed than usual)&the gelid voice would slide out & cut him[Faramir] (deep.) If his(well, the) rangers were growing weary of having "nothing to do"[nothing to kill&orattack, that is], then they did a splendid job of hiding|suppressing it. Faramir, however, still refused to let his guard down. Some orcs were apparently clever, or at least clever enough to wait until he & his men were relaxed, then launch an attack on their unsuspecting backs.
He spent majority of today in Annun Henneth -- guarding Annun Henneth. With orcs & the war on his mind, the jewel-tinted waterfall barely grasped his attention. He could not find beauty with the awareness that others, stranger or acquaintance, were spilling blood[& had their blood spilt]. Yet at times his heart would contort in shame -- shame on you, Faramir, shame on you for taking this cloud of beauty, this haven [CAVE], & turning it into your military base. No matter how much he made sure his men cleaned before & after mealtime, no matter how much water his used to bathe, no matter how hard he scrubbed at his skin to rid of the dirt...
It was nearing dusk. Several of his[the] rangers had already begun filing in through a dark, narrow door on one side of the base. Faramir walked over and greeted them, questioned each of them -- tone commanding, voice soft -- as they entered. No enemies [sighted]. Swallowing a sigh, he let them go and continued to wait as they set up the tables & goblets & cups & food for dinner behind him[physically((((?))))]; [clean] up-turned boxes because there were not enough plates [all made of clay] for every ranger. The ([plain]) silver goblet for Faramir -- plain, but nonetheless silver.
Not long after, Anborn entered the cave. Faramir approached him & asked the usual questions, the ones he recycled when 'nothing' seemed to be happening in Gondor -- "You saw and heard nothing, Anborn?" Anborn, however -- no, he saw nothing -- no orc, but what appeared to be a man. Quite a tall one as well, and he was nearing the base. Caution expanding again, Faramir followed Anborn out; they jogged as quickly & quietly as they could, until the latter stopped by a tree. "He was here not long ago, lord," said Anborn slightly sheepishly.
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