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Confession (G) Print

Written by Fawsley

10 May 2007 | 101 words


High above the gateway, silver trumpets welcomed the brothers home once more.

‘Do you remember my trumpet, Brom?’

‘How could I ever forget?’

You had the Horn of Gondor to grow up to. It was only fair that I had something as well.’

‘But I didn’t go around blasting on the Horn non-stop.’

‘I loved that trumpet, it was my greatest joy. Until you sat on it of course.’

‘Someone had to do something.’

What? What did you say?’

‘Well, how can I put this? Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly an accident…’


‘Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!’

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oh, this is fun; theose little things told us how close the two brothers were. lovely work, thank you!

— traveller    10 May 2007, 23:28    #

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A complete list of Fawsley’s fics is available at her LiveJournal (friends only!). Failing friendship, her work can be found at sons_of_gondor, rugbytackle, tolkien_weekly and drabblechalleng.