“They have a cave troll!”
Boromir looked up from his history book at Faramir’s panicked hiss.
His little brother was desperately trying to block the door to the study with a heavy wooden end table.
“Who has a cave troll?” he asked, amused.
“The Haradrim!” Faramir replied, as if this should be perfectly obvious.
“The Haradrim,” Boromir repeated, skeptical but grinning.
“Have a cave troll.”
“Yes!” Faramir was having no luck getting the end table to move. “They’re almost here -- they were right behind me!”
Boromir set down his book and stood. “Then we’d better hurry,” he said, and went to help his brother barricade the door.
“They have a cave troll.”
The moment he spoke the words, Boromir remembered. He smothered the grin that came to his face -- the others would not understand why he was smiling at a time like this.
He would tell Faramir of this moment when he saw his brother again, and they would laugh at the memory.
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