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In the White City
Gandalf brought me here as I saw it in the seeing stone, I'm not sure I should have come. We rode through the streets. The people were silent, it was almost as if the whole city were in mourning. This is not a happy place
We rode on; Shadowfax managed the steps and twisting alleyways with no difficulty. Houses and people flashed past as we rose higher and higher. We reached the highest level of the city and went towards the Great Hall. I froze when I saw the tree. Dead. The same as I saw in my vision. It made the courtyard seem more empty, more cold.
The tree of the Kings, I guess it's been fading as long as the kings have been gone. I know they could have a king, Aragorn, but in the king's absence the tree has been dying. The city is dying; it's almost as if there is a curse on this place. I shivered not wanting to on but knowing that my actions had brought me here and had left me no other choice. I absorbed the instructions Gandalf gave me promising myself that I would stick them. That tree haunts me, it's a echo from a better age, maybe the sun will shine on the White City again, I don't know. I can hope though.