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I just want to go home.
I have only been here a few hours and I already miss home, my father and Faramir. They need me!
Boromir: *is tending to the last details of his winter garden out behind the castle. The winter squash look divine. He picks up a small spade to pack the dirt a bit more and suddenly *WHOOSH* he is in Gondolin* ....where am I? *clutches his spade and whirls around*
Yaban: *jumps back at having a spade pointed at his chest* watch it !
Boromir: *steps back, confused* Pardon me. I mean no harm, but...where am I? And who are you? This doesn't look like Gondor, and you aren't one of my guards.
Yaban: *wary, new arrival and Gondorian, so steps back* You're in Gondolin, my name's Yaban, and I am definitely not your guard
Boromir: *eyes him with skepticism* Gondolin? Gondolin the Hidden City of Elves? That's not possible.
Yaban: all is possible in this world of wonders
Boromir: *really confused* Gondolin is gone. Fell into the sea ages ago, according to our history books. Unless I've somehow traveled backward in time, I cannot be in Gondolin.
Yaban: No, that was Numenor. Gondolin was eaten by a dragon *helpful*
Boromir: *rubs his forehead* Right...but that still doesn't explain where I am.
Yaban: *looks up* You appear to be in the Alley of Roses. A nice street
Boromir: *sighs* But that doesn't...*realizes this guy is a bit dim* Nevermind. Who is in charge here? Maybe he can help me figure out how to get home.
Yaban: *not dim, but not overly fond of Gondorians* That would be King Turgon. Because you are in Gondolin. And you can't go home. No one can.
Boromir: *frowns, feels suddenly nauseated* That can't be right. It can't be. My family needs me. Faramir needs me. I'm the Captain of the White Tower!
Yaban: *crosses his arms and watches Boromir, then finally* I'll take you to the red building. They'll help you.
Boromir: *tucks his spade into his wasteband and nods* Thank you. The sooner I can get back, the better.
Yaban: *realizes Boromir's just not going to believe him about the no way back thing and just starts leading him to the red building* Who's Faramir?
Boromir: He's my younger brother. He has had a tough time of it since Mother died. Father is busy with his steward duties, so it falls on me to help with Faramir.
Yaban: *looks over his shoulder* You've lost him to time now.
Boromir: *hardened look* I have not. I will not. No matter what it takes, I will get back.
Yaban: well, if you figure out a way, there's a lot of people here who'll want in on it
Boromir: *nods, mind racing* Of course. If - no, when - I have it all figured out, I will share the plan with whoever is interested.
Yaban: *stops and points at an elaborate building* That's the House of Artificers. They're where the scientists and magicians are, working on the way back. You'll want to see them
Boromir: *makes a note of its location* Right. *blinks as the term "magicians" sinks in. His shoulders slump* ...right. This red building. What is it?
Yaban: we're nearly there. You can see the top of it over those buildings *points*
Boromir: But what is in it?
Yaban: oh, terrible things. Things like paperwork. It's the control centre for all the new arrivals.
Boromir: *turns and stops* So, there are others like me, then? From all over? My brother could be here. *hopeful*
Yaban: Well. You swear not to hunt me down for giving you false hope?
Boromir: *breathless, nods* Yes, I swear it, now tell me.
Yaban: it's happened. There's people who've had members of their family appear here.
Boromir: *smiles, grasping at any sliver of hope* Good, then let's hurry to the red building. Maybe he is already here.
Yaban: I really doubt that. *gets Boromir to the building*
Boromir: You never know.
Yaban: yes, that's true. *thinking* They have records of all arrivals, so ask to see if your brother's on there
Boromir: Or, maybe he's coming after. Maybe I am the first to arrive. *starts dreaming up all sorts of ideas* I should find a place to stay.
Yaban: they'll house you.
Yaban: *points at one of the apartment buildings* In one of those
Boromir: *brow furrows* Those are tiny. But I guess that will have to do for now. *looks at Yaban* I'm sorry. I never asked your name.
Yaban: I am Yaban *bows* And given I was a historian on historian's wages back home, the apartments are palatial
Boromir: Where is your home?
Yaban: Rhun
Boromir: Oh...*looks away*
Yaban: You couldn't tell from looking at me?
Boromir: *scowls* I have other things on my mind than trying to scrutinize your features.
Yaban: *amused* As you say. Come on *steps inside*
Boromir: *follows him in, now not quite trusting him given he's from Rhun* Allright.
Yaban: *presents him to the secretary* I'll just be taking my leave of you now, hm?
Boromir: *glances at him and forces a tight-lipped smile* Yes. Thank you for leading me here.
Yaban: my pleasure. Perhaps we will meet again.
Boromir: *eyes him* Perhaps. Unless I can find a way home.
Yaban: well, leave me out of that. I escaped to here at just the right time.
Boromir: *intrigued* What do you mean?
Yaban: Oh, I was conscripted into the army. Just at the eve of the battle I popped out of there and ended up here. And I've never been happier
Boromir: There is honor in battle, fighting for a just cause. I long to bring glory to Gondor and defend her from evil.
Yaban: ah, well. A lot of that 'evil' didn't even want to be there. *pulls a damaged picture from his pocket*
http://gondolindrim.thefannish.org/images/misc/yabansmotherpainting2.jpg
Yaban: My mother. I would have died on that field with her picture still on me
Boromir: *takes the picture* She is lovely. *hands it back* I...*looks Yaban in the eye* I didn't mean that you were evil, just that many attacks on Gondor have come from Rhun. Darkness is growing. But I suppose you know that.
Yaban: *nod* well, it ended right around the time I would have died.
Boromir: It was all beginning when I left. *ponders* Tales of dark wizards amassing vast armies, but nothing concrete.
Yaban: Mm. That may mean the uruk-hai. They were as dangerous to fight on the same side with as against them, I bet. We lost a lot of men marching with them
Boromir: Maybe. Father had a palantir into which he gazed...and my brother has...had started having odd dreams.
Yaban: Don't know much about those. But I work in a place that would. It's called the House of History and all the histories that have happened are being recorded inside.
Boromir: I guess I should go there, too. *looks around* After I have a place to stay.
Yaban: they'll find you a place. Welcome to Gondolin
Boromir: *nods, looking rather lost and sad* thanks...I guess.
Boromir: *is tending to the last details of his winter garden out behind the castle. The winter squash look divine. He picks up a small spade to pack the dirt a bit more and suddenly *WHOOSH* he is in Gondolin* ....where am I? *clutches his spade and whirls around*
Yaban: *jumps back at having a spade pointed at his chest* watch it !
Boromir: *steps back, confused* Pardon me. I mean no harm, but...where am I? And who are you? This doesn't look like Gondor, and you aren't one of my guards.
Yaban: *wary, new arrival and Gondorian, so steps back* You're in Gondolin, my name's Yaban, and I am definitely not your guard
Boromir: *eyes him with skepticism* Gondolin? Gondolin the Hidden City of Elves? That's not possible.
Yaban: all is possible in this world of wonders
Boromir: *really confused* Gondolin is gone. Fell into the sea ages ago, according to our history books. Unless I've somehow traveled backward in time, I cannot be in Gondolin.
Yaban: No, that was Numenor. Gondolin was eaten by a dragon *helpful*
Boromir: *rubs his forehead* Right...but that still doesn't explain where I am.
Yaban: *looks up* You appear to be in the Alley of Roses. A nice street
Boromir: *sighs* But that doesn't...*realizes this guy is a bit dim* Nevermind. Who is in charge here? Maybe he can help me figure out how to get home.
Yaban: *not dim, but not overly fond of Gondorians* That would be King Turgon. Because you are in Gondolin. And you can't go home. No one can.
Boromir: *frowns, feels suddenly nauseated* That can't be right. It can't be. My family needs me. Faramir needs me. I'm the Captain of the White Tower!
Yaban: *crosses his arms and watches Boromir, then finally* I'll take you to the red building. They'll help you.
Boromir: *tucks his spade into his wasteband and nods* Thank you. The sooner I can get back, the better.
Yaban: *realizes Boromir's just not going to believe him about the no way back thing and just starts leading him to the red building* Who's Faramir?
Boromir: He's my younger brother. He has had a tough time of it since Mother died. Father is busy with his steward duties, so it falls on me to help with Faramir.
Yaban: *looks over his shoulder* You've lost him to time now.
Boromir: *hardened look* I have not. I will not. No matter what it takes, I will get back.
Yaban: well, if you figure out a way, there's a lot of people here who'll want in on it
Boromir: *nods, mind racing* Of course. If - no, when - I have it all figured out, I will share the plan with whoever is interested.
Yaban: *stops and points at an elaborate building* That's the House of Artificers. They're where the scientists and magicians are, working on the way back. You'll want to see them
Boromir: *makes a note of its location* Right. *blinks as the term "magicians" sinks in. His shoulders slump* ...right. This red building. What is it?
Yaban: we're nearly there. You can see the top of it over those buildings *points*
Boromir: But what is in it?
Yaban: oh, terrible things. Things like paperwork. It's the control centre for all the new arrivals.
Boromir: *turns and stops* So, there are others like me, then? From all over? My brother could be here. *hopeful*
Yaban: Well. You swear not to hunt me down for giving you false hope?
Boromir: *breathless, nods* Yes, I swear it, now tell me.
Yaban: it's happened. There's people who've had members of their family appear here.
Boromir: *smiles, grasping at any sliver of hope* Good, then let's hurry to the red building. Maybe he is already here.
Yaban: I really doubt that. *gets Boromir to the building*
Boromir: You never know.
Yaban: yes, that's true. *thinking* They have records of all arrivals, so ask to see if your brother's on there
Boromir: Or, maybe he's coming after. Maybe I am the first to arrive. *starts dreaming up all sorts of ideas* I should find a place to stay.
Yaban: they'll house you.
Yaban: *points at one of the apartment buildings* In one of those
Boromir: *brow furrows* Those are tiny. But I guess that will have to do for now. *looks at Yaban* I'm sorry. I never asked your name.
Yaban: I am Yaban *bows* And given I was a historian on historian's wages back home, the apartments are palatial
Boromir: Where is your home?
Yaban: Rhun
Boromir: Oh...*looks away*
Yaban: You couldn't tell from looking at me?
Boromir: *scowls* I have other things on my mind than trying to scrutinize your features.
Yaban: *amused* As you say. Come on *steps inside*
Boromir: *follows him in, now not quite trusting him given he's from Rhun* Allright.
Yaban: *presents him to the secretary* I'll just be taking my leave of you now, hm?
Boromir: *glances at him and forces a tight-lipped smile* Yes. Thank you for leading me here.
Yaban: my pleasure. Perhaps we will meet again.
Boromir: *eyes him* Perhaps. Unless I can find a way home.
Yaban: well, leave me out of that. I escaped to here at just the right time.
Boromir: *intrigued* What do you mean?
Yaban: Oh, I was conscripted into the army. Just at the eve of the battle I popped out of there and ended up here. And I've never been happier
Boromir: There is honor in battle, fighting for a just cause. I long to bring glory to Gondor and defend her from evil.
Yaban: ah, well. A lot of that 'evil' didn't even want to be there. *pulls a damaged picture from his pocket*
http://gondolindrim.thefannish.org/images/misc/yabansmotherpainting2.jpg
Yaban: My mother. I would have died on that field with her picture still on me
Boromir: *takes the picture* She is lovely. *hands it back* I...*looks Yaban in the eye* I didn't mean that you were evil, just that many attacks on Gondor have come from Rhun. Darkness is growing. But I suppose you know that.
Yaban: *nod* well, it ended right around the time I would have died.
Boromir: It was all beginning when I left. *ponders* Tales of dark wizards amassing vast armies, but nothing concrete.
Yaban: Mm. That may mean the uruk-hai. They were as dangerous to fight on the same side with as against them, I bet. We lost a lot of men marching with them
Boromir: Maybe. Father had a palantir into which he gazed...and my brother has...had started having odd dreams.
Yaban: Don't know much about those. But I work in a place that would. It's called the House of History and all the histories that have happened are being recorded inside.
Boromir: I guess I should go there, too. *looks around* After I have a place to stay.
Yaban: they'll find you a place. Welcome to Gondolin
Boromir: *nods, looking rather lost and sad* thanks...I guess.