Susan stared at Estelarion. Was he trying to flatter her? She was not young. She'd seen three Ages of the world, was older than Lord Elrond himself, and this Elf, whom she doubted had been born before the beginning of the Third Age, told her she was too young to have been to Harad before the formation of the Huin-en-Lhuig. What were three or five or a dozen generations of Men to one such as her? Still, he seemed sincere in his flattery, so she merely smiled and drank her mead.
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"Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"
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