Aeryn of Golden still stood waiting to be served at the bar. She caught a glimpse of a man who looked very familliar to her, who had just seated by the fire. "Ive seen him before, perhaps in Minas Tirith, i cannot remember."
she thought to herself. She plucked up the courage to go and find the answer.
She walked up to his chair where he was smoking his pipe. "Do I know you?" She said. "I do not mean to be intrusive, but you look very familliar to me."
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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