3. Restless Sleep
Théodred watched as Boromir twisted and turned in his bed. Finally, he could stand it no longer. He reached over and woke the Heir of Gondor.
Boromir gasped, drew his dirk, and rolled to his knees.
Théodred laughed. "It never ceases to amaze me."
"What?" Boromir asked testily. "I see there is no danger."
"Nay. Only for your poor bedclothes. Glad am I that we do not share a bedroll. I would be dead now."
"Why did you wake me then?"
"You were calling Faramir's name in dread."
Boromir sat for a moment, then wept. Théodred knelt by his side.
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