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The Bones of What You Believe  by Saelind
She pictured Rivendell to the north, where her grandson lay safe. Happy, she hoped, unaware of his birthright and all that would come with it. Seventeen, now—still a child. Too young to weigh lives, and find their loss worth the alternative. replica uhren rolex Hurry up and grow, Aragorn, my Estel. Come home so that I may rest for awhile.
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