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Faramir was in his laboratory in Minas Tirith, poring over the news that
had just come in. The lord of the Nazgul had been spotted heading over the pass
and down to the Anduin.
“Look a that, Boromir!” Faramir exclaimed excitedly. “The witch king is coming!”
“Jolly whiskers,” Boromir blurted, “He’ll soon be at our walls if we don’t do
something pronto.”
“Right!” Faramir confirmed quickly. “Grab those two small boxes over there,
and meet me in the stables in five minutes.”
Faramir dashed decisively from the room. He ran to his chamber where he picked
up the Mithrillian Sonic Oscillator he’d finished assembling that morning. He
still needed to work on a few ajustments, but he didn’t have time now. It would
just have to do. Grabbing his jacket from the closet, he darted smartly out
the door and down to the stables to meet Boromir.
“Boromir, have you got the boxes?” Faramir queried.
“Yes, Faramir,” Boromir acknowledged. “They’re right here.”
“Good,” Faramir sighed with relief. “Load them onto that horse there, and follow
me.”
Faramir walked briskly to his horse, carefully tied the Mithrillian Sonic Oscillator
across the saddle, and jumped up with a leap.
“I’m right when you are,” Boromir indicated readily.
“Great,” Faramir responded agreeably. “Let’s go then.”
Spurring on their horses, the two sons of Denethor sped hastily down the path
leading to the Anduin. There wasn’t much time now, and they’d be hard pressed
to get there before the witch king. Faramir just hoped that the Mithrillian
Sonic Oscillator would work as it had in the lab that morning, otherwise they
would be in deep trouble.