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Author: * Faramir MacRoth -
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Date: Jul 12, 2007 - 14:03
Fenian's words roused something in Faramir - something that had been lying dormant for almost a year now. He felt that odd emotion stirring im him again, 'oh what was it called?'... Hope. It was a miracle of sorts I suppose, Faramir was about to take another drink from his mead bowl, but stopped. He dropped the bowl and ran out the door...
*to be continued Along the River*
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