50. Awakening
I awaken.
Something stirs in the empty places within the mountain above me, something I have not sensed for Ages of the world.
Not the small ones, who awake me with their hammers and their shovels and dump dirt and dust on my head - those I can blast into ashes with a single breath. Not the other small ones, who clammer and skitter and chatter and fight among themselves until I cannot stand the din - those I blast into ashes regularly, because they never seem to learn.
No. This is different. A challenge I dare not refuse.
Olórin.
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