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For what do we toil all our days? Glory … approval … love … fulfillment of our secret heart’s desire … Now mine is offered me. There it sits, a hand’s breadth away … all that I have worked for, for all I have abhorred. In this strange land every thing – the very air! – has its voice. I am assailed by whispers. They drown out memory of my father’s reason, my brother’s heart … even the constancy of light misleads. I have lived only to oppose the hordes and armies of Mordor, but that struggle here is dwarfed. I fear my strength will not be enough. |
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