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The White City Child of the sea strand, Beregond had not seen the beauty of Minas Tirith's cold white stone until Aerlinnel's eyes reflected it back to him. "Teach Bergil to love my city," she asked on her deathbed, and he has tried. Now, as Beregond looks at the boy's thin face so much like hers, he realizes he has succeeded all too well. Bergil will not leave with the women and children, and with his mother gone there is no way to compel him. "Stay then, and do what you can," he says at last, and hopes she will forgive his weakness. (For Dwimordene, who wanted Beregond & Bergil drabbles for her birthday.) |
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