A pale sun rose from the horizon. A white glimmer stroked the hills like silk would slide on a woman's body. The heat was unnerving, and Goran had traveled for days. He was in Rohan, land of the Rohirrim. He thirsted not for water while walking through the field of grain and yellow grass. But for fellow people. It did not take long before he saw wooden structures decorating a large hill. Almost like the hill was as much constructed as the houses on top of it. Edoras, he was there. Time for a drink and tale.
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