"Now remember, my son, what you are about to see is a treasure left us from the days of the Old Kings. If, later on, you have questions about it, best you find time to ask me privately. You do not discuss this with your sisters, nor even Elboron - is that clear?"
Elessar smiled at the sober, respectful tone. At twenty-five, Eldarion was already well on his way to proving himself more than worthy. And when the time came, knowing this skill would be essential.
He pulled aside the silk cover. "This, my son, is a palantir…"
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