A lock of his hair, white as the swirling mist outside, curled on his shoulder. He stared through the window, book in hand. What a view to contemplate as he rose from his rest, the Misty Mountains showing differing aspects each time he looked north, and the shadowy reaches of Fangorn Forest in the distance. No longer was he a houseless wanderer in largely empty lands, but a lord in his own right. Perhaps one day he would gather an army to himself. But for now, it was enough to curl up in a comfortable chair and read ancient wisdom.
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