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"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, not the arrow for its swiftness, not the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend" Faramir book four chapter 5
et cette description "it faced westward. The level shafts of the shetting sun behind beat upon it, the red light was broken into many beams of ever-changing colour. It was as if they stood at the window of some elven-tower, curtained with threaded jewels of silver and gold, and ruby sapphire and amethyst, all kindled with an unconsumming fire."
et cette description "it faced westward. The level shafts of the shetting sun behind beat upon it, the red light was broken into many beams of ever-changing colour. It was as if they stood at the window of some elven-tower, curtained with threaded jewels of silver and gold, and ruby sapphire and amethyst, all kindled with an unconsumming fire."