Standing on the shore, looking out over the great river, which seems to be what he spends most of his time doing, well of course unless he’s wasted endless hours wading around in the small marsh annoying it’s amphibious lodgers into a mad fury of croaking and hopping around, Beren frowns slightly, there’s something not quite right with the view he
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...nothing, love. merely shadow...though it feels more empty.
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