by PhoenixReborn » Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:07 am
Nenethiel felt something farmiliar. Someone she knew was coming to Minas Tirith. She turned, her elf eyes seeing what most could not. It was Sam! He was with Arriana. He would soon be with them, so with a smile she returned to the group.
Neurien was in awe of the great horse. He had seen but two tri colored horse in his lifetime, but none like this beauty. "Wow." was all he could say.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A flame from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
In the Garden of Paradise,
beneath the Tree of Knowledge,
bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose,
a bird was born.
His flight was like the flashing of light,
his plumage was beauteous,
and his song ravishing.

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