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 | Sep. 25th, 2003 @ 10:33 am  |
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I've have spent much time exploring the city in recent days. I find the place facinating. There are so many races and people, and they are all unified. It's amazing. I have heard it was not so before the War. But I watch these inhabitants, and I see not what people speak of. I see no divisions among them. The are all one. A great people of Middle Earth, reguardless of race or class. If what people say is true, than darkness seems to heal as much as it hurts, and that is a strange paradox.
The other day, I met the one who saved this world. I had a short talk with the hobbit Frodo, who I nearly ran into as I manuevered around the crowds. He is resting in Minas Tirith, and awaiting the healing of his brave hobbit friends. he hopes to go home. You can see his quest took much from him. He holds one of his arms close to him, protectively. I am sure he hurt it, or perhaps this was where is anywhere he wore the great ring. I hope that he recovers. His quest was a noble one, and he did well, even if he thinks no one will remember his deeds. I hope they do. It's a great thing he has done for these people.
I will write more later. They are serving food in the inn, and I wish to eat before I head out into the city. Perhaps I will go and look out from the top of the walls today. That would be interesting. |
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