Within the Golden Woods of Lothlórien, where the leaves fall like snowflakes of sunlight, one cannot help but to stop and simply watch the beauty of the fair Elven Land. Walking across its blessed green paths, the site of rare flowers blooming gracefully in the suns warm embrace sway in the soft, lover like kiss of the wind. The roar of the Anduin River leaping from its banks and down the breath of Rhovanion sparkled and sang as it flowed past Lothlórien.
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The Siege of Mirkwood
