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Mettarë, T.A. 3001<br />
An Unexpected Visit<br />
by Cressida<br />
The last day of the year dawned cold and clear in Minas Tirith. A thin layer<br />
of snow covered the fields as a grey-clad figure made his way across them,<br />
leaning as usual upon his faithful staff. When he reached the great city gate, he<br />
was challenged briefly by a young sentry; but he gave the password and was<br />
permitted to enter.<br />
The city was already stirring. Houses were being swept in preparation for<br />
the new year, and the people abroad in the streets were in festive mood. Many of<br />
them, recognizing the Grey Pilgrim from his earlier visits, greeted him as<br />
"Mithrandir." And he, who had many names, slipped easily into thinking of<br />
himself by this one.<br />
He presented himself to the Lord Denethor, whom he found conferring<br />
with his chamberlain about making the White Tower ready for the evening's<br />
celebration, and requested leave to hunt through the archives for some<br />
information that he sought. Seemingly relieved that Mithrandir required nothing<br />
greater, Denethor gave his permission readily. After a pause, he added, "I hope<br />
you will join us for the Mettarë celebration tonight?"<br />
"I should be delighted," Mithrandir replied gravely. There was a gleam of<br />
amusement in his eye which the Steward did not fail to notice.<br />
The documents which Gondor had accumulated over the centuries were<br />
housed in a handsome building within the Citadel. Many of them had been<br />
rescued from the great archive of Osgiliath. Very little had been lost in the<br />
destruction of that city, thanks to the forethought of the archive workers: during<br />
the siege, they had carried the most important volumes to underground vaults,<br />
where they had escaped damage in the ensuing fire. It was these documents<br />
which Mithrandir wished to examine first, for he wanted to begin his search with<br />
the earliest days of Gondor's history.<br />
A pleasant-looking woman of middle age led him to a room where shelves,<br />
from floor to ceiling, were crammed with books and scrolls in an untidy jumble.<br />
Still more scrolls protruded from the tops of wooden crates ranged on the floor<br />
and the long wooden tables. "I fear it is somewhat in disarray," she explained<br />
apologetically. "The chamber housing these things was damaged in the great<br />
storm last summer – a tree branch as thick as a man's waist blew down upon the<br />
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