Late morning - Stables

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The weather did not suit to spend the entire morning outside, so Faramir had settled himself on a stack of fresh hay in Baru's box. The horse did not seem to mind the company, and Faramir enjoy the quiet in the stables. It led to lesser distractions as he read through one of the books his brother had sent him. This one told the history of the Kin-strife and while Faramir already knew much of it, there were things in the book that he had not heard of before.

And yet, while the book was fascinating (at least to him), Faramir found himself humming to a tune he did not know. Neither were the words that came to him. "Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love. And you want me to go without. Well it's too late, tonight. To drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same. We get to. Carry each other. Carry each other."

It was rather depressing.

[Open as stables are. He really does not mind distractions, honestly.]

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"A simple drinking song," Faramir said easily, starting to smile. "You learn a quite few when you go drinking with my brother or the rangers of Ithilien."

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"Teach me one?" he requested. "I don't want to be ambushed by another song today!"

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Faramir chuckled and nodded in agreement. "I can do that, they tend to make more sense when you do have some drink in you but it should work. How about the one I just sang?"

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"That one sounds good," Dolf said, nodding maybe a little too eagerly. "How did you start? 'Ho ho ho'?"

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"Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go. To heal my heart and drown my woe..." Faramir started off again, singing somewhat slower so Dolf could pick up on the words. If he sounded enthusiastic, it was because such things were required of drinking songs.

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At least Faramir's enthusiasm was chasing away some of the emo that had been bubbling back up for Dolf over the past few... weeks. "Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go! To heal my heart and drown my woo?"

Almost there.

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Then the song was doing its work well!

Faramir did not correct, he merely repeated the verse with vigour and pushed on to the next few lines. Really, he did not need the ale for the stables were soon filled with cheerful singing. None of those depressing, soul searching songs for them.

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Depressing and soul searching was the last thing that Dolf needed right now. His face became the picture of relief, then joy, as they went on. It really did help him forget his troubles just a little bit, even without the presence of alcohol. "But under a tall tree I will lie!" he sang, boisterously, on his sixth try.

Leonardo would be so proud.

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Faramir laughed and leaned back against the wall. "I think that you are ready now to take to the taverns in Minas Tirith!"

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"After just one song?" Dolf asked, a little breathless from laughing himself, and dropped back against the wall next to him.

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"It would be enough," Faramir nodded. "One to know and plenty of others to learn. It would not take you too long."

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"Good, because you were going to take me," Dolf reminded him. "Now we must really go see the tavern too."

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"I would have to," Faramir laughed. "My brother would accuse me of neglecting my guests if I did not show them the hospitality of Minas Tirith."