Ah Great Fates, how you take pleasure in toying with our minds. It seems an Age has passed since my lover has spoken my name.
But at long last-The Horn of Gondor is mine own.
Boromir and I are to be wed.
Fie! What am I to wear? And who shall tend to these mangled braids?
Nelys, a belated appointment with the beauty parlor, please do make. And
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