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No Man's Child - Chapter 6
Aug. 15th, 2006 07:04 am‘But I say to thee, Gandalf Mithrandir, I will not be thy tool! I am Steward of the House of Anárion. I will not step down to be the dotard chamberlain of an upstart. Even were his claim proved to me, still he comes but of the line of Isildur. I will not bow to such a one, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship and dignity.’
ROTK: The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
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The morning awoke in mist. The rains ceased as we slept and from the wet earth a veil of cloud arose to hang over the meadow and wreathe the distant march of the forest in a soft blue haze. Upon my looking out on the world from the window of my lord's solar, the sun hovers above the unseen hills as a ball of muted flame and the drystone walls stand as dark, silent sentinels upon the pasture. There grazed my lord and his kin's steeds. A brief curiosity I was to them upon the sound of opening shutters and they soon forgot me and lowered their heads to the sweet grasses.
( Continued here )
ROTK: The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
~oOo~
The morning awoke in mist. The rains ceased as we slept and from the wet earth a veil of cloud arose to hang over the meadow and wreathe the distant march of the forest in a soft blue haze. Upon my looking out on the world from the window of my lord's solar, the sun hovers above the unseen hills as a ball of muted flame and the drystone walls stand as dark, silent sentinels upon the pasture. There grazed my lord and his kin's steeds. A brief curiosity I was to them upon the sound of opening shutters and they soon forgot me and lowered their heads to the sweet grasses.
( Continued here )
