Source: **?** ….Faramir told me so?
Disclaimer: Tolkien would understand.
Notes: A late dedication to fawsley ...since Maedhros failed to turn up!
He was heartily sick of weapons; he wanted tools in his hands. He wanted to re-build, renew, create… above all, he wanted to write.
He longed to smell dusty parchments and run his fingers over supple vellum scrolls; some opened smoothly, others' reluctant curves must be gently peeled apart, teased open to reveal their beauty. He remembered lamp-lit nights spent with kings from elder days, enraptured by poems and lays of forgotten scribes, stacked cheek by jowl with household accounts - each visit a revelation.
The feared Captain of Rangers, slayer of orcs, scourge of Haradrim… longed to be a librarian.