"It is a hymn to the lady that placed them there. The stars of that waystation we have left never seem to know the tune." Glorfindel muses, leaning on the balustrade, careless of the precipitous drop. "It is lucky the moon is new, elsewise many of these would be hidden from your view."
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Date: 2015-11-07 07:13 am (UTC)From: