

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

















Hawktalon19 wrote:Zoey just sat there with her arms folded as she looked out the window. She really did not want to go on this mission. For some reason, she just did not want to return to Naboo. She didn't know why she was feeling this way. She shook her head slightly as a shiver ran down her spine. She was starting to remember why she didn't want to go back. Her father had almost destroyed her whole family because he was a Sith and it was his mission. Well, he got what was coming to him because he died soon after Zoey became a Jedi Padawan.


































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