HENNETH ANNUN
Henneth Annun, the Window On The West. He loved this place from the moment he and his men set up base here. Faramir grew so used to the rumble of the falls as they tumbled over the cliff above and fell in a glittering curtain across the entrance that when he returned to Minas Tirith, he had difficulty sleeping without it's sound.
Damrod had quietly questioned his wisdom in sheltering this strange pair within its thick walls but something about these travellers encouraged him to trust and aid.
"The supper is laid, My Lord."
He turned from the moonlit curtain.
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SHOE
The meadow was fragrant and lush and he was conflicted; to munch until he exploded or run until he dropped? He had been resting in the dry place for too long however so he chose running.
Bill snorted with delight. The singing ones had fitted him with shoes as light as cobwebs and he bucked for joy before dropping to roll and squirm on his back. They sang of a long journey ahead but he didn't mind that. His coat shone, his belly was full and his heart overflowed with life and love for his new friends.
He was ready.
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SOCKS
To hobbits this daily ritual was fascinating. Boots they knew but they had never seen socks. Aragorn said they prevented blisters. Gimli only sniffed disdainfully at laundry and Legolas wore no socks. Gandalf, as always, was a mystery.
Sam looked up from his chewing to watch Boromir collecting his spare pair from the rock on which they had been drying. A little distance away Aragorn was darning the toes of his only pair and Sam smiled to think what his sister, Daisy, would say about those "great cobblin' stitches".
He was learning all kinds of new things on this journey.
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