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Crossposted to
theatrical_muse.)
"...have been spotted on our western borders. I fear that the Dunlendings..."
A short burst of laughter pulls the King's attention away from his sister-son, away from the recitation of reports of hunger, hopelessness and death. The world is changing, and not for the better.
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A little girl, her dress threadbare and two sizes too big... )
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Do you ever imagine where your paths might lead were you not so burdened with the responsibilities of the Riddermark?
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Minas Tirith sounds like a lovely place. Boromir has told me often of it. When he's not out blowing the horn. *smiles* Xena just the other day said we should journey there.
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