1. Tactics - by Tanaqui
Tactics
Finduilas sat and fanned herself, gasping for breath, while the fiddler scraped a merry jig. She watched husband, brother and older son as they capered around the two stools. Faramir, held high in his father’s arms, was giggling. Boromir hurried around the ends of the room so he could loiter near the chairs.
The music halted. There was an undignified scramble. Imrahil, red-faced, found himself beaten to the nearest seat by his nephew.
The fiddler struck up again. As Boromir passed her once more, Finduilas caught his sleeve. “Let your father and brother win,” she murmured. “It is his birthday.”
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Finduilas sat and fanned herself, gasping for breath, while the fiddler scraped a merry jig. She watched husband, brother and older son as they capered around the two stools. Faramir, held high in his father’s arms, was giggling. Boromir hurried around the ends of the room so he could loiter near the chairs.
The music halted. There was an undignified scramble. Imrahil, red-faced, found himself beaten to the nearest seat by his nephew.
The fiddler struck up again. As Boromir passed her once more, Finduilas caught his sleeve. “Let your father and brother win,” she murmured. “It is his birthday.”
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