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Aragorn

Aragorn was more fatigued than he could ever recall being. He had scarce slept since summoning the Dead to Pelargir, for there had then been a fleet of Corsair ships to navigate north up the Anduin, and thereafter the small matter of the Battle of the Pelennor Fields …

What had remained of his strength he had gladly spent labouring to heal the wounded. Now, as he stole into his tent beyond the city walls and laid himself down to rest, he yearned for nothing more than a few hours reprieve to replenish it.

For it would soon be needed again.

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