1. Swords into Ploughshares
Why must we do this, Uncle?" Boromir looked suspiciously at the scythe in his hand. "We are on holiday!"
"You will learn much helping in my fields," said Imrahil.
"Much rather would I wield a sword!" Boromir complained, frowning at the scythe. "I am not a farmer!"
"A Steward's heir should learn the arts of peace as well as war," Imrahil said firmly. "Surely you would not have your brother best you?"
Boromir looked up and saw that Faramir was briskly harvesting the wheat. His little brother seemed to use the scythe deftly as a sword, if not more so.
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