Du are walking Von yourself to the Prancing pony when someone bumps into you. Du twisted your ankle and fell, the fall was much harder than Du thought it would be. A strong hand assists you. Du take it and look into the eyes of the stranger. "Do Du need help walking?" he asks. "Yes. Would Du mind helping me?" He puts an arm around your waist and takes Du to the inn. When Du get there he rests Du in a chair and elevates your leg. "Is it broken?" Du ask, a little nervous that a stranger is helping you. "No, but maybe sprained." He puts some cloth on your ankle and tightens it for...
All that is Gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached Von the frost. From the ashes a feuer shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken, The crownless again shall be king. — Bilbo's poem about Aragorn
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