08-14-2006, 10:17 PM | #34 |
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Willow let herself lean on Aragorn, pressing her face again his chest. Just a moment of weakness. She was entitled.
"The servant of something older and fouler than we have ever come again," Willow told Colomir weakly. "And we'd best start moving."
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