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“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor, and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom.” - Faramir, The Two Towers

(Source: tossme)

Mission: Christmas 1828

midshipmankennedy:

Feuilly has lost his job after going to prison and rent is coming due at the beginning of January. Seeing that he’s desperate but unwilling to ask for help, Jehan, Courfeyrac, and the rest of the amis develop a creative plan.

For Trina worriedducks’ birthday.

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This was delightful and lovely as your fic always is. I really enjoyed Courfeyrac and Jehan’s antics with playing the part. I’m glad Feuilly has somewhere to stay, hopefully he finds work before too long.

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