"Minas Tirith." It's all the stranger, saying it out loud. She frowns a little, as if she's questioning even that; one hand goes out and brushes her fingertips against the cool stone of the wall, as if to reassure herself it's still there. "Capital of Gondor. My husband's city. You were brought in by one of the King's ships." Then, feeling the silence drag out (although, honestly, it lasts only a second or so), she adds for something to say, "They must have noted that you look unlike a man of Umbar. It explains why they brought you here."
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Date: 2016-01-24 01:44 am (UTC)