"Rest your weary soul, I shall keep you safe instead." The beginning of a single song, resting on her ears. Although the singer was no longer there. Seated in a chair at her small home outside of Bree-town, it was quiet with only the sound of the evening, spring breeze whistling through the window of her bedroom. She envisioned her Mother walking briskly in a large scholar's archive, she would often sing as she sought forgotten lore.
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painful memories
