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Surely she had seen dark-haired men before, but none like him. His hair shines blacker than the sable trimming her finest robe. She wonders if it feels as soft. The future had always seemed a faraway land, but she sees it in a flash: husband, home, children. Shadow or not, the future shines beacon-bright, with a dark-haired man at her side. “My little sister,” Eomer presents her, laughing, ruffling her hair. “A pleasure, my lady,” Lord Boromir smiles. He bows low, as if she were a great lady of Gondor, not a thirteen year old girl with scabby knees.
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