11. No Hope, Only Despair
Words: tree, noise, mirror
No sounds, no noise…
The White Tree of Gondor lies dead, as it has done for so many years. Just as the line of the Kings of Numenor died out all those years ago. They say that one day the King will return.
All stories, all rumours…
There is no hope now. I have watched the seasons come and go for many a year, but not a single blossom on the tree. The water in the fountain mirrors the ever-darkening sky.
The King will not return, not in my lifetime at least.
What do we guard now?
Only the past.
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