In which there is comedy, reunions, and Sirius singing the cleanest version I could find of an exceptionally rude Scottish Drinking song.
The victory party was started by a toast to 'the glorious dead', which surprisingly did not involve everyone guzzling all their beer in one go, despite the fact the women had managed, somehow to keep the soldiers out of the hall all day (Harry would have been a greater problem, except he spent much of his time tending to Sirius, who was now presentable, if painfully thin). Everyone present there knew that there was little glory in death, as more often than not a dying soldier could be seen clutching at his escaping entrails and screaming for his mother as he died in agony. But they pretended they did not. It was one of the little lies that made accepting death, even a heroic sacrifice, just a little bit easier.
Then party properly got underway, as Legolas and Gimli began a drinking contest that was avidly watched by all. Harry bet with everyone that Legolas would win, and when Gimli slid under the table with a burp and muttering about 'little hairy women', he made a killing. The only people who refused to bet against Legolas were Emrys, saying he had no money and that betting against a wizard was asking for trouble, and Theodred, who cited the fact that the more insane a bet/deed was, the more likely it was to go in Harry's favour, who pointed this out to Eomer while was grumpily paying Harry, the latter struggling not to look insufferably smug and failing miserably, which contributed greatly to Eomer's grumpiness.
"I am never betting with a wizard. Ever. Again." The third Marshal of Rohan muttered, wandering off to get something to eat, plotting revenge. Eowyn, despite her cooking being legendary for all the wrong reasons, had thrown herself into organising the food with gusto, with stews and soups of all kinds, mostly meat with everything from herbs to hazelnuts, roasted meats, pies, something vaguely spinach like called lambsquarters, carrots, potatoes and a series of seasonings on the side, lots of bread, cheese, and a quickly disappearing amount of mushrooms.
Then came the singing. Unlike the Hall of Fire in Rivendell, this was less like a downsized concert hall and more like an oversized pub. Merry and Pippin were dancing on the table and enthusiastically singing to thumping of tables, clapping and cheers:
You can search far an' wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our home town
As the one we drink in our home town
You can drink your fancy ales
You can drink em by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true...
Comes from the Green Dragon!
When the two hobbits finished, the clanked tankards together and drained them simultaneously. While the song had been going on, Eomer had snuck up behind Sirius, who was cheering with the best of them, even if he was still a little weak, and whispered something to him. Sirius had eyed him, then nodded with an evil grin. He then turned to Harry and said, "That reminds of an old drinking song your dad's dad taught us when he was drunk." And before Harry could stop, he stood and began singing in a fine tenor voice.
Four-and-twenty virgins come down from Inverness, And when the Ball was over, there were four-and-twenty less,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall, If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all..
There was doin' in the parlor, there was doin' on the stones, But ya couldn't a hear the music for the wheezin' and the groans,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall, If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The undertaker, he was there, all wrapped up in a shroud, Swingin' from the chandelier, and peein' on the crowd,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall, If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The village cripple, he was there, ah he could not do much, So he lined the ladies against the wall, and he did 'em with his crutch,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall, If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
Harry, mortified, silencioed Sirius as he moved on to indecent hand gestures to accompany the lyrics to general laughter, and looked towards Théoden, who he expected to be glaring angrily. Instead, the King was astonishingly roaring with laughter, Eowyn was caught between disapproval and giggling, Theodred looked half scandalised half amused, Boromir was cheering Sirius and calling for an encore, Gandalf was shaking his head in fond exasperation, and Eomer was mouthing 'Vengeance is mine!' at Harry. Harry glared at Eomer, then said to Sirius, desilencing him, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "You are completely shameless, you know that?"
"Of course I am pup, I grew up with your dad." Sirius said with a tired smile.
Harry shook his head. "How did Moony ever put up with you two?"
"With difficulty and immense patience, pup. How is the old wolf anyway? And how did you end up here? What did I miss?"
Harry gave him a summarised version of his adventures since Sirius had 'died' in the Department of Mysteries.
"… and when I wanted to go back, I couldn't find anyway. I've been searching for the last four bloody years. Any attempts at apparating back ended up with me in the middle of nowhere, any attempts involving a fire just ended up with me getting burnt. Now, I'm in the middle of a war and I get the feeling that's why I'm here." Harry finished and added, "and please, Sirius, I know you mean well, but I'm a 24 year old war veteran. Not a pup."
Sirius inclined his head in acknowledgement, and said heavily, "Remus is dead then, and has a son, of whom you are now Godfather."
Harry winced, and nodded.
"And the rat… sort of strangled himself."
"I'm not too clear on the details. Something to do with that silver hand he got." Harry replied.
Sirius sighed. "I don't blame you for going, Harry, God alone knows you've suffered enough, nor do I blame you for not being able to get back. You've tried. Hell, I spent 12 years in Azkaban because I failed to control my temper."
"I'm just impressed you didn't kill Wormtail on sight." Harry muttered dryly, taking a pull of ale.
"There is that, I suppose." Sirius grunted, tearing a large strip of meat of a chicken bone.
"What happened to your wand?" Harry asked.
Sirius grinned, and reached under the table, producing his wand. "When I worked out that Saru-what-his-name meant nothing good, I camouflaged it, so it became impossible for any but me to see, and Saru-whojamaflip didn't expect a Wizard not to use a staff." He frowned in puzzlement. "I'm still not entirely certain how I did it." He shrugged. "Probably accidental magic. I just knew I had to hide it, and lo and behold it was hidden."
Harry patted his Godfather gingerly on the shoulder and said, "It is good to see you Sirius. But please. Never sing that song, ever again. Or teach it to anyone." Sirius merely pouted, and continued eating ravenously, making inroads into the vast plate of food before.
Aragorn and Boromir
Aragorn smiled and shook his head as he saw Harry silence his godfather, beet red, while Boromir slapped his thighs and roared with laughter.
"I dread to think what will happen when those to decide to work together." He said amusedly.
Boromir wiped his eyes, which had been tearing up, and said, "Well, Eomer had better look to himself. Harry isn't going to let that one pass."
Aragorn inclined his head in agreement , as he saw Harry and Sirius put their heads together and started whispering.
Boromir's prediction came true as when Eomer, nursing a fearsome hangover the next morning much like everyone else, ate one of the sweet pasties on his plate, he turned into giant canary, with a series of blue feathers on its breast saying, 'Vengeance: Best served the morning after' . As he turned back about a minute later, there was no great crisis, and everyone had a good laugh, especially as Eomer spontaneously turned into canary intermittently throughout the day.
Boromir had planned to leave that very day, to go speak to his father and defend Gondor, but he was hamstrung by an almighty hangover and was holding a block of ice to his head, courtesy of Harry. Aragorn was looking long suffering as he tended to those in various states of hangover-induced lack of will to live. Harry had wandered around looking bored, having pranked Eomer, put Sirius to sleep and cleaned his armour, until he happened upon Emrys and decided to help him practice his swordsmanship.
Two hours passed, and Emrys showed himself to be a fair hand with a blade, if not a master of the craft, and the practice had moved around the city, as Harry sought to teach him how to fight on uneven terrain, including several mock fights on the roofs of sturdier buildings. Harry also took the opportunity to teach him a vast number of dirty tricks, bluntly telling him that beautiful blade work was no use if you were spitted on an Orc's sword. Eventually they got close to the sentry tower, the stables, and then back towards Meduseld.
"Parry, parry, thrust, thrust, good!" Harry said, now in a mock duel with Emrys on the steps of Meduseld, Eirian watching curiously. Emrys seemed to get the upper hand, and exultantly he drove in for the metaphorical kill.
"Your brother is good." Eirian jumped as a quiet voice sounded from behind her. She looked up to see Sirius, he former fellow prisoner, and some sort of adopted kin of the man she and her brother owed their lives to.
"So is your…" Eirian fumbled for the word.
"Godson. A ward, you would call it." Sirius supplied.
"I never thought Emrys would be so good with a sword." She said wonderingly, then added sadly, "I suppose who would have to become good, or die fast."
"He's good." Sirius said, not taking his eyes off the duel. What he saw, having watched and participated many fights, and frankly, down and dirty magical duelling was little different from sword fighting in its essentials, let alone the number of bar room brawls he'd been involved in. So he was expecting Harry's intentional stumble, and as Emrys leapt forward, Harry allowed himself to fall back, grabbed Emrys' arms as he did, then used his momentum and a powerful shove with his legs into Emrys' stomach to send the surprised boy sailing overhead. "Harry's better." He said, flashing a smile at Eirian. Even for all his gaunt face and thin figure, he was still a handsome man, especially when he smiled, with a certain air of puckish mischief about his bearing. Considering what had happened to Prince Eomer that morning, and what was still happening to him, this was not surprising.
"The Black Wizard has had a good deal more experience though," she pointed out fairly, and Sirius nodded in acknowledgement.
"It makes you wonder what they've both been through, though. Harry's fought far too many battles, for far too long, and it's changed him. What he did to Saruman… I've never seen him that angry, and that cold. Underneath, he's the same boy. He's the spitting image of his father, my best friend. I sometimes forgot it was him not James, who I was talking to. Now, no danger of that. Harry's become his own man, and he's more dangerous than James ever was."
"Emrys never hurt anyone if he could avoid it. He never started fights on purpose, unless you count letting his mouth run and get him into trouble, and he would defend me, as if I couldn't look after myself, especially after our father died." Eirian said, rolling her eyes fondly. "Now, he's willing to kill in cold blood, to beat information out of someone. I saw what he had done to Saruman, not that he didn't deserve it, but that didn't seem like my brother. He's grown up too fast. They all have, an entire generation of cold, ruthless people."
"These are hard times. They leave little room for sentimentality." Sirius said grimly, then shrugged and added, "Still, they can laugh. And that's important."
"Sometimes if you don't laugh, you'll cry." Harry said, dusting himself off, as Emrys stood up, wincing. Then he turned and narrowed his eyes. "Hello, what's this then?" He said slowly, catching sight of some glittering weapons out on the plain. "Legolas, what do you see?" He called.
"33 horsemen, dressed like the Dunedain, though 3 do not seem to blend in…" Legolas said, climbing up to the high sentry post, then a smile curved his lips. "They should be here in ten minutes."
"What aren't you telling me Legolas?" Harry asked warily.
"You'll see." The elf replied with a smirk, climbing down. "Aragorn and Theoden will want to meet these visitors."
Harry nodded, still thinking, and signalled a guardsman to find the various Lords of Gondor and Rohan. Gimli ambled out, and asked amiably, "Anything happening, laddie?"
"33 Dunedain are arriving in ten minutes and Legolas is hiding something." Harry grumbled.
Gimli snorted. "He's an elf. They're always hiding something."
"At least we remember what we hide, and where we hide it." Legolas replied snidely.
As the two started bickering again, Harry shook his head. "You would never believe that both of them have ages measured in centuries, in Legolas' case, millennia, and are the sons of two of the most powerful people in Middle Earth."
"People are the same everywhere, Harry. Those two are like an old married couple; they'll bicker till the end of time, and enjoy it immensely." Sirius said with a smile.
"Sounds like my parents. Emrys barely remembers our mother, but I am 3 years old than he, and remember that she and our father argued all the time."
"Sounds like Ron and Hermione to me. I wonder if they've got married yet?" Harry said with smile.
Gandalf, Théoden, Aragorn, Boromir, Eowyn, Theodred and Eomer, the latter currently non-canary, made their way outside.
"I'm told we have visitors. Dunedain from the North, Lord Aragorn's kin." Théoden said.
"About 33, according to Legolas, and there's something he isn't saying." Harry said, directing a brief glare at the elf in question, who spoke to Aragorn in a nigh incomprehensible stream of Sindarin. Aragorn replied, querying, and Legolas confirmed. He then whispered to the rest of the group, all of whom wore curious and surprised expressions, then began to grin widely.
Harry sulked. They were keeping a secret and it was obviously something big. Then the riders came thundering through the city. The lead rider was Halbarad, Aragorn's cousin, his foster brothers Elladan and Elrohir, and behind them was…
Harry rubbed his eyes and said tiredly, "Fucking hell, Eomer, if you've spiked my drink again, there will be hell to pay." He turned to Sirius. "Do I look stoned to you?"
"No. Does this happen often?" Sirius drawled. "For what it's worth, Harry I see them too." Harry eyed then turned to look at three people who he had thought he would never see again, three people who haunted his dreams. Ginny, Ron and Hermione.
Ginny dismounted first, strode up to him and slapped him. Hard. "That, is for leaving without telling us." Then she grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. "And that, is for still being alive."
Harry rubbed his face and said, "Guess I deserved that one."
"The kiss or the slap?" Sirius said with a grin.
Harry paused, then said, "Okay, I'm not sure what to say that won't get me slapped again."
"Sirius?" Ginny said disbelievingly.
"In the flesh and blood. And bone. Mostly bone at the moment. 7 years being tortured in Saru-whatsits dungeons doesn't do a body any good." Sirius replied flippantly.
"As I have told you, Sirius Black, it is Saruman who imprisoned you." Gandalf said slightly long suffering tone of voice.
"Yeah, Saru-thingy."
"Sirius, no winding up the nice White Wizard." Harry admonished. Sirius pouted. Then all the air exploded from Harry's lungs as Ron, Hermione and Ginny grabbed him into an enormous group hug.
"Is this normal?" Boromir asked Sirius.
"For those four? Pretty much."
"Gently!" Harry wheezed, then hugged back. "It's great to see you guys… but how did you get here?"
"Dumbledore sent us, mate. Until now, every time someone tried to get out of him what happened to you, he was cryptic or wandered off somewhere else, and all the other portraits claimed to be out or asleep at the time. Somehow Ginny managed to get it out of him, and we got sent here. We've been staying at this, this, River-thingy place." Ron said.
"Honestly Ron, Rivendell. You were there 3 weeks ago! How could you have forgotten?" Hermione said, looking exasperated.
"I have you to remember for me, don't I?" He replied with a grin, kissing her on the forehead. She half-heartedly swatted him on the arm and grinned.
Meanwhile Harry hesitantly leant down and kissed Ginny, first slowly, then with increasing passion. After a long time, compelled by the need to breathe, Ginny and Harry broke the kiss, held each other and looked deep into one another's eyes… then with a puffing sound and an offended squawk, Eomer turned into a canary again, ruining the romantic moment.
"I took the liberty of copying Fred and George's recipe, and with some help, modifying it slightly." Harry explained, to Ginny whose eyes had gone wide, without turning to look at Canary!Eomer, who was now directing an avian glare at Harry.
"Um, right guys, I should introduce you to everyone. That's King Théoden, ruler of Rohan, that's Gandalf, chief Wizard round here and walking detergent advert, that's Aragorn, also known as Estel, with one l at the end, Strider, Wingfoot, Thorongil, Heir of Isildur and a thousand other names that would take all day to recite. He seems to collect them. That's Prince Theodred, King Théoden's son and the heir apparent to Rohan, that's Lord Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor and Captain-General of her armies, the young man in the Rohirric colours is Emrys, Prince Theodred's squire and bodyguard, the young lady next to Sirius is his sister, Eirian, who was in captivity with Sirius, the blonde woman next to Theodred is Princess Eowyn, his cousin and easily his equal with a sword, not that he likes to admit it, and last but not least, the giant canary is her brother, Prince Eomer who made the mistake of initiating a prank war by getting Sirius to sing a very rude drinking song very loudly at the victory celebrations. Do not be alarmed if he turns to and from a giant canary at random intervals, it's caused by a deviation from the original recipe that Sirius and I cooked up. It should wear off by the end of the day. Off to the side are Prince Legolas Thranduilion of Mirkwood, a kingdom with almost as many names as Aragorn, and Gimli son of Gloin, a dwarf lord. Never judge an Orc killing contest between the two; it'll only end in tears and I always win. Never try and outdrink either of them, you'll just wake up the next morning with the worst hangover of your life and they will be fresh as a daisy. And not present are Merry and Pippin, two hobbits, who are probably somewhere off smoking, eating, causing trouble or all three." Harry said, as the party collectively rolled their eyes at Harry's colourful descriptions.
Ron raised a solitary eyebrow. His best friend really had changed. The old Harry wouldn't have been half as irreverent around a group of people who, insofar as he could tell, ruled most of Middle Earth, or were due to inherit it. But when you really looked, there wasn't that much difference. Harry had always been slightly prone to sarcasm, and he now seemed to have exacerbated it as a defence mechanism. As the old saying went, if you don't laugh, you'll cry. Ron had seen it other auror's, their sometimes painfully forced laughter and routines that kept them from snapping.
And he was clearly still in love with Ginny, which was something of an achievement after 4 or 5 years in a foreign world with no hope of return. He wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders and smiled. It was good to see his sister smiling again and his best friend in moderately good condition. Even if he was now conspiring with Sirius, and modifying Fred and George's pranks which only boded ill for Middle Earth. And he was really going to have to ask Harry why he was dressed in armour with a Gryffindor crest on it and a suspiciously familiar sword at his hip.
"Now, let's get your horses stabled, get you a drink and you can tell me everything I've missed." Harry said firmly, then paused to hug each of them in turn and said, full of emotion, "It's fantastic to see you guys, it really is." He moved on to greet the Dunedain, shaking hands and cracking jokes of questionable morality.
Eomer, who had by now morphed back into a human, leaving behind a trail of yellow feathers, greeted them with commendable restraint, and Ginny noticed more than one pair of eyes curiously flick between her and Harry and back again. Things were a little awkward at first, but they soon broke the ice with everyone's favourite activity: telling embarrassing stories about Harry, though Hermione soon cornered Gandalf and was asking him a battery of questions about magic in Middle Earth, which truth be told Gandalf was rather enjoying answering as it meant an audience that interested in knowing why and how, not just what, was happening.
By the time Harry arrived, they had moved onto Harry's ridiculous self-sacrificing tendencies, which Harry ignited into a lively debate, he saying that his saving people thing wasn't compulsive, and everyone else saying, that, yes in fact it was.
Once this was over and Harry was sulking slightly, Hermione mollified him with a promise to tell all that he had missed.
"… so Teddy is happy living with his grandmother, Bill and Fleur have a daughter, Victoire, Neville and Hannah Abbott are married and he now teaches Herbology at Hogwarts, Luna married Rolf Scamander and has had twins, Lorcan and Lysander, who show every sign of being as odd as their mother, Cho married a muggle, Charles something, Hagrid's still teaching Care of Magical creatures and hasn't changed a bit, and… Ron and I got married." Hermione finished, having given the rundown of events in the Magical and Muggle worlds, including 9/11 which turned Harry's stomach, and got a similar reaction from all who heard it. The idea of killing over 3000 civilians, innocents, not even prisoners of war was utterly alien to any creature in Middle Earth, save Orc's.
"I'm really sorry Harry, I wanted you for best man but… everyone thought you were dead." Ron said awkwardly.
Harry felt a momentary ache, then dismissed it and said dryly, "I was on another world at the time, and just a little out of contact range."
And the reunited Trio, plus Ginny, joked and laughed, and for a brief, shining moment all troubles were forgotten as they all bathed in the golden light of friendship and happiness. But while the shadow had been driven from Rohan, it gathered in Mordor and concentrated its power for one vicious strike on Gondor. The battle was won, but the war was still firmly balanced in Sauron's favour.
That night, everyone slept well, though Harry occasionally had to resist the violent urge to curse those snoring loudly, which included Ron, whose buzz saw like snore had only been vaguely ameliorated by married life. Hermione must sleep really deeply, Harry thought grumpily. Then a silly smile spread over his face as he wondered at his good fortune. His friends were here, Ginny was kissing him and apparently deeply in love with him... life got little better than this.
He looked up at a noise and saw Pippin sneaking over to Gandalf, carrying a small pot, and promptly swapped it for the strange ominous ball.
"Pip!" Merry hissed warningly.
"I just want to look at it." Pippin replied quietly, voice laced with a worrying desire. Harry rose silently and stalked towards them, planning to scare Pippin into putting it back. Just before he was close enough to pounce, Pippin clapped his hands around it and suddenly they were glued their by a dark magical force, a sickly orange light emanating from the object, Pippin clearly in agony. Harry stepped forward and snatched it away from him and was consumed by agony as he felt mental feelers batter at his psychic defences.
What are you?
Since when was that your business? Harry replied.
The attack intensified and Harry snarled, drawing strength from deep within him, saying through the enforced psychic link, words enhanced with a red gold power, GET. OUT.
The attack retreated abruptly as Aragorn took the crazy psychic ball of evil from him, and thrashed in pain, then it was knocked clear, rolling and Gandalf threw his cloak over it.
"Fool of a Took!" He said angrily, then went to check on Pippin who was not moving, eyes open and deathly pale.
"Look at me." He said, as Pippin regained consciousness.
"Gandalf… forgive me." Pippin said, and tried to turn away.
"Look at me." Gandalf said commandingly, and Pippin looked.
"What did you see?"
"A tree, there was a white tree. In a courtyard of stone. It was dead. He said it was burning."
"Minas Tirith. Is that what you saw?" Gandalf asked quietly
"I saw, I saw… I saw him, Gandalf. I could hear his voice in my head.
"What did he tell you?" Gandalf asked, fear in his eyes, then shook Pippin slightly. "Speak!"
"He asked me my name. I didn't answer him. He hurt me."
"What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?"
It transpired, as Gandalf said the next morning that Pippin had indeed revealed nothing.
"Also, Harry who was briefly in possession of the Palantir somehow managed to expel Sauron from his mind. This will worry Sauron. He like everyone else, has heard stories of the Black Wizard, and now has seen them confirmed. He fears a potential challenger to his power. He knows from the defeat at Helm's Deep that the heir of Elendil has come forth, men are not as weak as he supposed, there is courage still, strength, enough perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears both of these. He will not risk the peoples of Middle Earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a King return to the throne of men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war." Gandalf said, staring at Théoden while he said this.
"Tell me. Why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?"
"Would you like me to list that alphabetically, or chronologically? Your country, for one, your son for another… would you like me to continue?" Harry interjected sarcastically.
Boromir stood and said, cutting off the brewing debate as Théoden's face rapidly went purple. "I am sorry, but I cannot put this off any longer. I must return to Gondor, for as Gandalf said, it will bear the brunt of Sauron's assault. I cannot in all good conscience leave her for any longer."
"I will come with you." Aragorn said firmly, and Boromir's face briefly wrinkled before he carefully smoothed it into an impassive mask.
"No Aragorn. You must come to the city by another road." Gandalf said, and added something quietly to Aragorn that Harry didn't catch.
"Understand this. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith, as does Boromir. And we won't be going alone."
"I will go. Sauron has seen me, and I am sorry, so sorry my friends, but he will expect me to be with the one he believes to have the Ring." Harry said to his friends, looking significantly at Pippin, and thought for a moment.
"Ginny can come with me." Harry said to Gandalf, "She can fight easily as well as I can, and she fought and survived the most dangerous witch I've ever known, who her mother promptly killed in a one on one duel. And if nothing else, she will help me to fend off the attentions of the relentless old biddies in Gondor who keep trying to get me to marry their daughters." He added with a hint of dark humour. Gandalf raised his impressive eyebrows but nodded his acquiescence.
"But Harry-" Hermione began.
"Théoden will need your strength in days to come. It is quite possible that he will divert up to 3 of the Nine to try and cut off Rohan, and the only sure fire way of getting rid of them is to set them alight or use the Patronus." Harry cut across her sharply, Ron nodding reluctantly in agreement at the Military sense, remembering what he had learnt about the dreaded Nazgul. Harry then softened his voice. "I am sorry, Ron, Hermione, I really am. I'll see you at Minas Tirith." He added with a grin, "I hear they have great archives that go thousands of years back." He hugged them both individually tightly and whispered to Ron, "Stay safe. And don't you dare die on me, y'hear?"
"You're the one who can't stop saving people, not me. I'd watch your own back, if I was you." Ron said with a choked voice and a half-smile.
And with some tears, they bade each other farewell while Gandalf berated Pippin and two wizards, a witch, a man and a hobbit rode for the fabled White City of Minas Tirith.
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