Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| At the door, Faramir stopped and turned to look curiously at the old, grizzled wizard. “Mithrandir?” “Yes?” “What of yourself? You’ve taught me about the others in your order, but not you.” Mithrandir smiled impishly. “What do you know of me, Faramir?” “You’re as well travelled as Saruman, you learned about many races and cultures, and you never really stay in one place for very long. It’s said that you’re close in your friendship with the Elves, though I think you adore being among the halflings.” Mithrandir shrugged and winked. “Best be off, now. Your lessons are finished for now.” |