As she walked towards him, her movement making the sheer white material of her dress shimmer in the afternoon sun, her fair hair framing her face like a curtain of gold - a vision unlike any he had seen before; a vision soothing instead of troubling - he felt a strange feeling almost ram through his body, and as he reached out a hand towards the trunk of the tree he stood under, to steady himself, he suddenly knew how the walls of Minas Tirith had felt when mighty Grond had broken through their powerful defences.
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