Her sad eyes haunt me. I fear that she loves me. How did this come about? I never gave her cause. My heart belongs to Arwen and no other. The Lady Éowyn loves but a shadow and a thought. She knows me not and sees not the man, but dreams of glory and brave deeds. A woman’s lot is hard indeed, to sit and wait while men venture forth to fight. I know Arwen waits and holds me in her heart as I venture forth on these perilous paths from which I may not return. Alas, my heart is troubled
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A Perilious Path
Her sad eyes haunt me. I fear that she loves me. How did this come about? I never gave her cause. My heart belongs to Arwen and no other. The Lady Éowyn loves but a shadow and a thought. She knows me not and sees not the man, but dreams of glory and brave deeds. A woman’s lot is hard indeed, to sit and wait while men venture forth to fight. I know Arwen waits and holds me in her heart as I venture forth on these perilous paths from which I may not return. Alas, my heart is troubled
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