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The dimming light gave the stone courtyard an eerie blue hue. It seemed to mirror Faramir's mood as he sulked around the White Tree.
"Faramir," Wyniel called, rushing to be by his side. "Faramir, I'm sorry."
"No, it's not your fault, he's just terrible." Faramir assured her. His voice was deep with restrained emotion. "I heard what you told him. Thank you, at least someone has the guts to stand up to him." he smiled a little and put his arm around her. Wyniel hugged his neck and sniffled.
"I love you, Faramir." Wyniel hugged him tighter. Faramir smiled and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you, too, Wyniel. You're the best sister anyone could ever hope for." he stopped, pondering his next comment. "You know, father wouldn't bother me so much if Boromir actually stood up for me."
Wyniel nodded, clasping his hand and leading him into their home wing of the Hall where they stayed up until near midnight talking.