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Dedication: To Edoraslass. Thank you for the Challenge! And the Wookie love story!
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1. Tamer's Tale
This is a tale of the island of Himling, a wizard and a woman.
Have you heard of Himling, the island of Himling, in the Great Sea of Belegaer? Or the hill of Himring, the fortress of Maedhros in Beleriand, before the world was changed?
No?
Never mind. The names of Himring and Himling were lost to legends long ago, and then those legends were lost, too, or so it seems.
In the days of the Third Age of the world, the Himling was an island lost in the cold grey seas of Belegaer to the north-west of the green country of Forlindon.
A small island it was, barely twenty-five miles long and twenty miles wide. Twenty-five miles off the coasts of Lindon, it ducked in low green-grey hills under the force of harsh winds blowing down from the icy wastes of the North. Barely an island it seemed on some days, between low clouds and high seas, nothing but a thin line of hills and heather and coarse grasses. The hills were graced with thickets of broom and whitethorn and a few straggling pines gnarled and twisted by the onslaught of wind and weather. One hill a single standing stone reminded of ages long gone and forgotten. In the southern cove a few white and grey cottages of fishermen washed up on the beaches of Himling during the course of centuries could barely called a village.
That was Himling in the Third Age of the world.
That and a single cottage facing westwards built in a dell below that hill with the standing stone. The wizard's house.
It had always been the wizard's house and the women of a certain family had always served him as housekeepers. Wizards do not age and perhaps they have never been young. This one was grey of hair and white of beard, with sparkling dark eyes and bushy grey eyebrows. He did not come to Himling often; indeed one of his housekeepers might live and die without ever having seen her master. For wizards are travelling folk at heart, roaming the roads of Arda wherever their feet and their work may take them. But even those wandering wizards may need a home from time to time. So there was a wizard's home on Himling and a housekeeper to keep it clean and its garden well tended and her services never went unrewarded, for her garden would flourish even when all other crop on Himling failed and never a day the nets were empty that her husband would cast out into the sea.
One of the wizard's housekeepers was Tamer, later wife of Jehan.
This is her tale.
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