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Night Vigil

Legolas paced back and forth, stopping every so often to glance at the tower. Nothing. He walked faster.

Hours passed. They felt like years! Surely his feet should have worn a path into the stone jutting out from the seventh level.

Long into the night, he waited. Ithil rose, turning the city silvery grey.

Finally, a cheer rose from the guards. Legolas looked over his shoulder. They unfurled a banner, raising it high from the Tower of Ecthelion. Legolas smiled and hurried down to the sixth level and the Houses of Healing.

Gondor had a prince. And Aragorn a son.

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