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Post by Admin on Jan 9, 2021 2:37:29 GMT
Author: Tanis
(drabble)
He had been too long among strangers, Aragorn thought, refusing a turn at the water pipe. Even kindly strangers. “I know the dreams of the shiska, they do not favor me.” He rose, sighing inwardly as he made a deep, smiling obeisance. “I bid you goodnight.”
Even the stars igniting in the vast canvas above these crossroads were unfamiliar. Always apart … Aragorn loosed the sigh he had withheld as he wandered back to his solitary bedroll.
A shadow detached itself from the oasis rocks.
“Legolas! What … how …”
“The stars spoke to me of your heart, mellon nin.”
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