[The smile that crosses Faramir's face is not quite so warm nor so broad as his companion's, but it is a smile nonetheless, and one that touches his eyes for a moment with weary humour.]
So long as you are a fiddle that may still be brought back to tune, then that may be enough to hope for. We have long enough to wait ere the hour may call for music.
[He bends to pick the shovel back up, hefting it experimentally before settling it onto his shoulder, and moves to join Hythlodaeus - only to turn back a moment later, raising a hand.] Wait.
[The keys. He saw the keys, heard them ringing at the guard's belt. He turns back, shifting the unconscious man's coat aside and fumbling with cold fingers at the loop that holds them. It feels uncomfortably like theft, but in dire circumstances, what can he do but his best?]
[When they are retrieved, he holds the keyring up for a moment to show Hythlodaeus, then fastens them at his own belt.] It seems wisest to leave nothing to chance. Let us press on, then.
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So long as you are a fiddle that may still be brought back to tune, then that may be enough to hope for. We have long enough to wait ere the hour may call for music.
[He bends to pick the shovel back up, hefting it experimentally before settling it onto his shoulder, and moves to join Hythlodaeus - only to turn back a moment later, raising a hand.] Wait.
[The keys. He saw the keys, heard them ringing at the guard's belt. He turns back, shifting the unconscious man's coat aside and fumbling with cold fingers at the loop that holds them. It feels uncomfortably like theft, but in dire circumstances, what can he do but his best?]
[When they are retrieved, he holds the keyring up for a moment to show Hythlodaeus, then fastens them at his own belt.] It seems wisest to leave nothing to chance. Let us press on, then.