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Snow

This entry is part 50 of 51 in the story Drabbles

“What is it with you Númenoreans and snow?” Círdan asked, smiling, as they watched the delight of the men in their camp. “You would call this snow?” Elendil retorted, but he, too, was smiling. In truth this wet slush was … Continue reading

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Taste

This entry is part 24 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Victory should be sweet, not this hollow feeling that was akin to defeat, Elrond thought, bidding a relieved farewell to the land where they had fought and died for close to ten years. Sauron was defeated, but the price at … Continue reading

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