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Foul and Fair

For the "Running" prompt.


The screams bring Faramir running; but as he crosses the threshold, the foul stench pulls him up short. For a moment he looks frantically round should he summon help? Then his jaw sets.

Damn it, Steward, you were last off the bridge at Osgiliath youve faced down Nazgul. Deal with it!

His practised military eye rapidly scans the gear laid neatly ready linen, fresh water, rags for cleansing. He takes a deep breath.

Come on, then, young man, he murmurs soothingly, cautiously lifting his son from crib to changing table. Lets get you out of that filthy clout, shall we?


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