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55. Our muses are destined to fight along side each other to save the world from the end. “Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!” Those words echoed though out Edeneth mind as she stared on at the endless sea of orcs spilling for th

41. Our muses are destined to find each other whilst both picking the same red apple from the basket. Edeneth had no clue way she was here; she had no gift for story telling. Of course when Lord Elrond himself ask you to do something, you do as you are told. Simple as that. She sighed and halfway listened to the elleth that was sharing her story at the time. Something about a long a waited romance, or something similar. She had no interest in such things. She enjoyed actually going on adventures, not waiting around for destiny to find you. Glancing next to her, she saw the apple laying in a basket in between here and the elleth next to her.