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| | Meduseld: Stories: Bliss |
 | | Faramir did not look at him, as if the question was one for which he could have no answer, thus Éomer added, "Aragorn spoke of him to me, long ago. |
 | | And Faramir joined him, with no hesitation, taking up his former place in his arms, settling down as if there was nothing odd in this, as if it was their wont to share a bed thus, laying together: and it felt so natural, so quietly right, that Éomer could almost believe it himself. |
 | | Faramir took their joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of Éomer's lightly. |
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