Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Raven and Gold |
| They sat on the eastern wall of the city watching the river glitter under the sunlit sky. Differing in more ways than one and alike in just as many, they stood as one. He spoke in a tone soft and measured, yet heartfelt, and she listened. He spoke with happiness, or so she liked to think later. For she heard in his words the promise of life, of hope, and of joy. He spoke to her of things she had stopped dreaming of, many years ago. He spoke to her of a garden they would build across the river. |