Tulë sat on his bed, maps spread about him in disarray. Pio's green journal concerning her travels in Númenor lay open in front of him.
He was in the process of skimming though the pages on the palantíri and making annotations on one of the maps, when the sound of hurried footsteps came down the hall and stopped outside his closed door. The sound of someone's firm knock followed.
'Enter!'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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