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sadness. I wish that we could have a life together, a family. But I know it can<br />
never be, so I push the thought away. Even if he were a common man, the<br />
shadow in Mordor would still hold sway over us. I made the mistake once of<br />
wishing that he had no duties, was just a common soldier, and he had looked at<br />
me with astonishment. “No matter who I was, I would protect my city,” he had<br />
said, and I knew it was true. He loves the White City, and if he knew spilling<br />
every drop of his blood would make it safe, he would not hesitate to take up his<br />
knife and slash his veins himself. It only makes me love him more.<br />
He stands by the door and I can see his mind is already on other things. No<br />
doubt he has more meetings today, with his father and others, strategies to<br />
devise, battle plans to make. I am glad for what little time we have had. Abruptly<br />
he turns back and gathers me close. We hold each other tightly. Who knows how<br />
much time any of us has, with that black cloud in the sky growing day by day?<br />
With a last kiss, he is gone. He never promises to come back and I never ask. It is<br />
another of our understandings.<br />
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He will not return. My every fear is realized, my heart is shattered.<br />
After the eastern shore of Osgiliath fell in June I heard talk that his father<br />
had sent him away on a mission of great importance. I listened for the sounding<br />
of his horn every day, but it never came. As the months passed with no word, I<br />
felt the panic growing in my heart. Never had he been gone so long before.<br />
Summer became fall, and winter followed with no news. The rumors in the street<br />
were many, mostly that his father was mad with worry. Twice I saw the younger<br />
brother as he rode through the streets, but no word of my beloved to be had from<br />
any source.<br />
Then the gossip in the city said that the great horn had been found, broken<br />
into two pieces and floating in the River Anduin. I knew only death could part<br />
him from his badge of office. Sick with fear, I found myself wandering through<br />
the main marketplace each day, hoping to hear some word. Thus I was there 8<br />
days ago, listening as a group of old women talked while I pretended to pick<br />
through some wilted herbs at a barrow.<br />
“Split in two, it was,” said one, her grey hair pulled back behind her. “They<br />
brought it to his father.”<br />
“It will kill the Steward,” said another. “He loves that one.”