Ch. 58 - Trust

We sat on one of the many overhangs that decorated the walls of Minas Tirith, my arm around his shoulder to ensure he did not fall. The Pelennor was quiet this day, but our eyes did not note that. We looked to the Anduin, hoping that summer would come soon. The fish would be biting and the river would warm enough to swim. My heart ached with the love I bore him. Would I measure up to his belief in me? His trust? Could any measure up to the hero worship that I saw in his eyes? I think not.

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