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Now Tuor loved swans,’ read Imrahil. ‘He rose therefore to greet the birds and call to them.

Looking up, he saw how raptly Faramir was listening. He smiled and went on reading.

And as he stepped down from the doors the swans did him reverence, and plucking each a great feather from their wing they proferred them to him, and he took the seven feathers and set them in the crest of his helm.

I was as old as you are now when I first discovered this story. Can you imagine the game I played the next day?’

Faramir nodded.