21:38:30
I had a dream last night.... a pleasant one, since I relived being in The White City of Turgon. I can still remember being trapped in that high mountain pass of Ered Gorgoroth... foolish me!
A youngling still, alone, roaming in Beleriand... thinking I could avenge the death of my dear sister Serinde and my parents, Aeargalad and Ninaeariel. The Warg packs, which I hunted for days without sleep, turned to me... and I faced imminent defeat. I was wounded, many claws and jaws had pierced my skin, and I could barely keep them on a distance when..... that bright horn sounded.
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