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No Man's Child - Chapter 18
Sep. 12th, 2006 06:15 amThe Company now gathered together as close to the cliff as they could. It faced southwards, and near the bottom it leaned out a little, so that they hoped it would give them some protection from the northerly wind and from the falling stones. But eddying blasts swirled round them from every side, and the snow flowed down in ever denser clouds.
FOTR: The Ring Goes South
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"Nay, lady, stay abed," my lord says low when the frame creaks beneath my attempts to part the drapes and join him.
Winter rugs hang before the shutters and, though 'tis morning, so early is the hour I see not even the faintest hint of sun trickling in behind them. My lord has left his bed to take his leave and now stands at the tall chest, rising from the bowl set there. He has pulled on his breeches and boots, and bends to the water to lave his face and breast before dressing. I marvel that the chill does not prickle his skin, for the heat from the hearth has leached from the solar, drifting away through the thatch during the night.
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FOTR: The Ring Goes South
~oOo~
"Nay, lady, stay abed," my lord says low when the frame creaks beneath my attempts to part the drapes and join him.
Winter rugs hang before the shutters and, though 'tis morning, so early is the hour I see not even the faintest hint of sun trickling in behind them. My lord has left his bed to take his leave and now stands at the tall chest, rising from the bowl set there. He has pulled on his breeches and boots, and bends to the water to lave his face and breast before dressing. I marvel that the chill does not prickle his skin, for the heat from the hearth has leached from the solar, drifting away through the thatch during the night.
( Continued here )
