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[pyreof]

And here I thought I was rid of you.

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[iorhael]

Why would you want to be rid of her? And why would you even say such a thing to her?

[pyreof]

And why not? Who would desire an existence like this, Master Hobbit?

[iorhael]

It's incredibly rude, to start with!

You have the chance to explore new realms and places because of her. I don't see much wrong with it. Do you?

[if you can overlook some of the terror and fear in some places too]

[pyreof]

Assuming one needs to explore new realms and places. I, however, do not. Gondor is my home. My realm. I require nothing more than to live in it.

[iorhael]

The world is vast, and terrifying and wonderful. There's so much to see, as long as you have a home to return to.

[quality]

Perhaps you've underestimated your mundane.

[pyreof]

Perhaps you have a limited understanding of them, Captain.

[quality]

I do my best to keep my mind open and to learn differently, Lord Steward. We're none of us in familiar territory here.

[pyreof]

No. But I see you have so easily accepted your fate as opposed to defying it.

[quality]

No, my lord. I know well where my duty lies but I would be a poor captain indeed if I'd rushed into a battle without first surveying all angles of attack.

Guess who, Denethor?

[darklordofrings]

I see you pathetic, little steward... Have you giving into despair yet? Sauron the Great has come to claim this world as well...

sob

[pyreof]

c:

[sonofwhitetower]

You speak so unkindly of her, father; what has she done?

oh snap

[pyreof]

She has turned her eye on me again, my son. For what purpose I do not know. But let us not speak of her. [ have a fatherly smile! ] You have returned.

sup dad

[sonofwhitetower]

[Boromir offers a slight smile in return, nodding at not wanting to talk about muns.] You sound surprised.

deranged. you?

[pyreof]

No, no. Merely pleased that you have come back to Gondor safely.

dead. y'know how it is.

[sonofwhitetower]

[Boromir slowly moves a little closer, his smile widening.] As am I. These halls always seem more welcome after so many months away.

[entangles]

Walter?

[ sob. i had to. ]

[pyreof]

[ sob ]

I know not this... Walter you speak of, child. Cast your eyes elsewhere.

[fellrider]

Open your Gates, Steward. Open them, and prolong not what has always been on your fate since you dared live within the shadow of Mordor.

The Race of Men falls before the night is done.

[ifishouldreturn]

She means you no harm, father. She seeks to give you a voice when others would not.

[pyreof]

And yet I have no need for such a voice.

[ifishouldreturn]

Even though it allows you to speak to Boromir once more?

[pyreof]

...where is he? Where is my son? I wish to see him once more.

[ifishouldreturn]

I have spoken to him here. He will find you.