The autumn continues here in the village, coming earlier than it would in Minas Tirith but... about the same as north Ithilien. I have a number of things keeping me busy* but still have enough time to read and enjoy the weather outside. Sometimes I do both of those at once, but today I'm just out
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He was out, walking through the streets, trying to figure out who ran this place, what kind of people were there, and why he was there. He'd fallen back on the uniform which Delenn had gifted all the command staff after Babylon 5 broke away from Earth. It was something to remind him of the place he called home, of her. He saw the other man out and smiled at him as he slowly walked through the village, looking at the plants he'd gathered. "Excuse me?" he asked politely, pointing at one of the plants. "If you don't mind me asking, what's that?"
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"That is a ramp.* I suppose the weather has some of them confused, because they come up in the spring and it's October." Then again, there were those wild blueberries that Lady Artemis told me about. It could just be the village. "Wild onions or leeks is what modern people call them. I suppose I look modern enough today."
Except for the knife in my boot. And most men don't have hair this long or carry baskets. Then again, it's the village.
*Link to wikipedia entry.
You make me do swift research. If Faramir was a smartarse, I'd have said "that's an apple".
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More here than the normal modern world, but the village draws special people.
"Perhaps so. Your uniform does not have that look of what I call 'modern'. I'm not sure about Earth. I say modern as around the year 2000 and most are within a score of years of that. But I am from Arda, not Earth. My name is Faramir and I'm from the land of Gondor." I smile again and shrug. "My father is unimpressed with my ability to gather herbs and cook."
And other things beside.
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