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Archer

This entry is part 15 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Faramir winced as Éowyn’s arrow glanced off the edge of the target. She was not normally a bad archer, but with that miss tallied against her, it was impossible for him to not win their match. Warrior-bred, she would certainly … Continue reading

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Peace

This entry is part 8 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Who of his old comrades would have believed it? Him, a farmer? He himself certainly wouldn’t have. Though he had taken to a Ranger’s life like a duck to water, he was Minas Tirith born and bred, and had grown … Continue reading

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Forty

This entry is part 6 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Shivering in his wet cloak, Thorongil waited for the end of his watch. Standing guard in the misery of this drizzly Ithilien morning was not how he had envisioned spending his fortieth birthday. He doubted any of the men even … Continue reading

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