6. Untitled - by Wolfwind
When I noticed that there were sixteen eagles mentioned there, I just had to make something work!
The lords took to the air. Sunlight glittered off the gold the dwarves had gifted them. They had accepted graciously, knowing the small ones meant to honor, though eagles had no need of such adornment.
Their followers rose behind them, wing after wing. They hovered above the camp, their collective shadow darkening the land below as they waited.
The King began the song, voice ringing across the sky. This was the true mark of a leader among eagles, the source and symbol of his power. The chieftans joined in. The sixteen bards, leaders of their people, sang the warriors home
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