Drabble and a half.
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Towers of Men
They’d left the boats in Osgiliath and set up camp for one more night so as to reach the Gates in the morning. Pippin, sent to fetch the Walkers for supper with the soon-to-be-king, found Sam scowling across the Pelennor fields at the distant spires.
“Is that it then?” the gardener asked sourly, nodding toward the city, which was stained pink by the fading light.
“Yes,” Pippin said proudly. “Minas Tirith. Minas Anor now.”
“And I suppose they’ll be having us sleep near Strider?”
“I expect so. In the palace, if not nearby.”
“And that would be near the Gate?”
“No, of course not. It’s all the way up at the top.” Pippin pointed to the high banners, scraps flickering like distant flames in the glow of sunset. “It’s a great honor, Sam.”
“To you it is, perhaps,” Sam grumbled, “But to me it’s just more blessed stairs to climb.”
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They’d left the boats in Osgiliath and set up camp for one more night so as to reach the Gates in the morning. Pippin, sent to fetch the Walkers for supper with the soon-to-be-king, found Sam scowling across the Pelennor fields at the distant spires.
“Is that it then?” the gardener asked sourly, nodding toward the city, which was stained pink by the fading light.
“Yes,” Pippin said proudly. “Minas Tirith. Minas Anor now.”
“And I suppose they’ll be having us sleep near Strider?”
“I expect so. In the palace, if not nearby.”
“And that would be near the Gate?”
“No, of course not. It’s all the way up at the top.” Pippin pointed to the high banners, scraps flickering like distant flames in the glow of sunset. “It’s a great honor, Sam.”
“To you it is, perhaps,” Sam grumbled, “But to me it’s just more blessed stairs to climb.”
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