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White

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Years Go By

Time. Measured in weeks, then months, then years, as the shadow gained hold on the House of Eorl. Her original white gown was replaced by another, and then another – yet still her tacit rebellion continued against the corruption within Edoras.

Men came and went from the Hall, familiar faces and strangers – but not her savior. She shone out like a cold winter on a barren land. Her beauty blossomed to ignorant eyes. Few noticed her and none acknowledged her; she became as lifeless as one of the ancient pillars rising tall before the throne.

And still she waited for the coming of spring.