5. Fathers & Fire
They had a right to stare. Never before had such a thing occurred. Never before had anyone done such a thing. There were 'Do Not Pass' signs everywhere. No one was to cross the line. The guards did naught. But he understood why.
Slowly, he walked towards the fountain. 'I cannot chide him,' he thought. "I would do the same.' The smell was atrocious; fumes spiraling skyward, smoke blocking out the sun.
He shuddered. Then he walked forward and shooed the twenty gawking Gondorians away. If his father needed to put out the flames this way, what could he do?
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