Tales of the Telcontars (PG-13) 
Written by Susana19 September 2011 | 56124 words | Work in Progress
No, Probably Not
The two princes, winded from the most desperate race of their lives, looked back at the ruins of the city of Minas Ithil as it collapsed behind them.
“Fara?” The younger man gasped.
“Yes, ‘Darion?” The elder whispered.
“I’m never going to complain about you making me run with you in the mornings again.”
“You probably will, but that’s a nice sentiment.”
“We shouldn’t tell Ada.” ‘Darion commented, voice soft but certain.
The elder chuckled lightly. “No, probably not.”
“Do you think he’ll buy that the ghost of Earnur woke us up and asked us to come help him destroy the city?
“No, probably not.”
“Do you think we can get back before anyone else in the camp wakes up?”
The elder brother listened for a moment to the stones of Minas Ithil continuing to crash down, wondered why no one else ever encountered the same problems that he and his brother could run into on a simple camping trip. “No, probably not,” Faramir answered.
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Oh these are wonderful. Eldarion is such an astute child :)
— Maria Thursday 14 October 2010, 1:28 #