May it be a joyful one! Written for the Tolkien Weekly Hairdressing challenges.
The Tower of the Cunning Mind
His New Power Base He combed wind-blown hair from his eyes with his fingers and stared greedily at the tower, his new abode, empty almost from the day when Cirion gave the Mark to Eorl. The Stewards since had been rightfully wary of
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