7. Untitled - by Wolfwind
Faramir continued fastening his packs to the saddle as he replied, "If I had to stay another day and see those useless lords prancing gaily about 'celebrating Yule' while my men suffer..." Recognizing the heat in his voice, he let the sentence trail off. He turned to fetch another bag and saw that Boromir was also dressed to travel, carrying his own packs.
His brother grinned at him. "What will happen?"
"Father will have to preside over a score of funerals."
Boromir looked surprised. "Only twenty?"
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