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"I have heard from my elders about the tumultuous times that our kind faced in ages past. While in this late age we have our own troubles, I feel like there is always an underlying tranquility that awaits after the storm, like the light grey clouds that roll in the sky"
It is a wonder how the sky can appear so different depending on where I am. The sky is one yet assumes so many colors, I can never know what I'll be looking at when I lift my gaze upwards. Here in Enedwaith, it seems gentle tones of rose gold dominate the late evening as the sun goes down, and the clouds like violet flowers
...and at times of leisure he would ride through the open plains of Lothlann, and a harsh wind made the grass move like waves of sand, and the clouds like shreds of scattered laughter.
And under a sky so wide, so large, he knew he was home, for he belonged to Middle-Earth.