For Dwimordene, in response to the birthday request: "I realize that it can be tough to write an AU in only 100 words, but for my birthday, I'd like to see you give it a shot."
With the bridge retaken, his father was ready to hear his counsel, and the new king too listened when he told him how he might win their war. The South and the East – and the North – paid homage to the West. Everyone listened, now.
But the White Tree did not blossom here, nor could the winter sun warm all of the new-laid marble and stone. This was not Minas Anor, as of old.