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Aug. 31st, 2004 10:23 pmA Noble Thing
This lake is the loveliest thing I've seen since Lorien, hidden by trees, touched by the warmth of spring, with only iris-swords set to guard it. The water is as sweet as the air -- even Smeagol appreciates it. He dives like a heron in search of supper. "It'll take the stink off him some, and about time." Your eyes are tired but they crinkle at the corners. "A bath wouldn't hurt you none, either, sir."
"A bath?" I repeat, as if I'd forgotten the word.
"Why not?" you say. "The water isn't hot, but the sun has warmed the shallows," and take a bar of soap from your pack as if it were a commonplace to have such niceties so close to the Black Land.
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This lake is the loveliest thing I've seen since Lorien, hidden by trees, touched by the warmth of spring, with only iris-swords set to guard it. The water is as sweet as the air -- even Smeagol appreciates it. He dives like a heron in search of supper. "It'll take the stink off him some, and about time." Your eyes are tired but they crinkle at the corners. "A bath wouldn't hurt you none, either, sir."
"A bath?" I repeat, as if I'd forgotten the word.
"Why not?" you say. "The water isn't hot, but the sun has warmed the shallows," and take a bar of soap from your pack as if it were a commonplace to have such niceties so close to the Black Land.
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