Curgirion was a tall, great man with scruffy, dark hair and stormy, serious grey eyes. He was a man of seventy-one years, a young age for a Dúnadan but a full lifetime for a normal man. He was living in his home, Tinnudir which was in the land of Evendim, an encampment of the Dúnedain. He lived a normal, quiet life well quiet enough for a Dúnadan yet it all changed one day in July and that shaped Curgirion to be the Ranger he is now partially. And it started like this…
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Curgirion
