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Lianda wandered through the streets not caring where she was going for the weight of all the worries she had carried all her life had finally be lifted from her tired shoulders, for she was home. Familiar smells wafted along the dark streets reminding her of her childhood. She saw herself running through the alley ways chasing after her friends and hiding in doorways waiting to be found. How much had changed since those brief days. Since the fateful day when her parent's had died, things were never the same. Her life had become full of worry and hardship, gone were the days of freedom. But Lianda had survived, she was here after all, back in the Edoras where some brief but happy memories remained.
In the cool hours before dawn she had entered the city with the dew still on the grass. She waited by the gates for what seemed like hours mustering her thoughts and recollections priming herself to face her fears. But she need not have been worried, some how by returning to her home city, the grief that had followed her for all these years disappeared leaving Lianda with a sense of fufillment. Even after all the troubles and challenges she had faced since leaving, none was so great as returning here.
Retracing the steps she knew so very well, she found herself standing by the door of the White Horse Inn. She could hear muffled voices and laughter eminating from the inn. The sign was creaking in the wind and the warm light called her in.
She scanned the faces for anyone she may recognise, knowing full well that she wouldn't. Quietly she made her way to bar and sat down, overcome with a sense of happiness and joy.
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