Return of the (Gondorian) Native (Open)

Jun 07, 2007 19:07

It's not so startling this time, as it was expected. There's a terrible moment when I can't help but wonder where I am. But... that's the school, isn't it? It's across the village from the hotel and the stable. I'm not sure where to go first. It seems late afternoon or early evening so I don't know where Boromir will be. Well, I've got his horse anyway, so the stables first. If I do not see my brother there, then I'll seek him in our room.

He must still be here. I need to tell him about all that happened to me in Gondor, with the exception of the supplies because he never needs to know. Boromir first.

I have to wonder what I must look like. I know I feel overwarm. It was going on late spring in Gondor but is definitely summer here. The cloak comes off and is packed in behind my saddle because I just don't need it. It can further cushion the two bottles--one of mead (for Damrod, who asked) and one of Elven wine. Well, they're here now. No, I don't suppose people go riding fully-packed horses through the village here. Let people stare, for it matters not to me as long as I'm back again. I wish to see my brother and my friends here, that is why I returned.

I hope Boromir is in the stables though there's still half the village to go.

He is back. For anyone who wishes to see him, even if you don't know him yet.

streets, faramir

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