The Meaning of Life By Tyalie
Today I'm 15!! And this is my birthday present to me. Trust me, you'll love it too.
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#1 Caun, the Fountain Guard
Hi, my name is Caun, I live in the 6th circle of Minas Tirith and work for the Crown. You might've seen me around... I'm not hard to miss, bedecked in Velvets and Feathers, carrying the most Absurd weapon ever wielded.
My job is to guard The White Tree. Its a very honorable, dangerous mission, worth the taxpayers money.
Just in case it tears up it's roots and Attacks someone. Or some kid might want to Carve his Initials in the tree. Or even Worse, some Drunkard want to Climb it.
Who'm I kidding? I can't believe this, the things Dead already, who are we protecting it from? Who are we protecting from it? For crying out loud, its a gods-forsaken Tree!
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I wish you guys could hear me when I say it. It's just not the same if you can't hear me saying it. Anyway, The Fountain/Citadel Guard appear in the movies as those funny guys next to the White Tree wearing feather hats. They do nothing the entire movie. Oh, and I don't know if Gondor has taxes or not.
So, I don't foresee anything or nothing in the near future, so check back later and I'll tell you. I am going to edit this fic during the next few days however. This chapter edited 09.10.04
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