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Taking it had been a kindness. The Ring-bearer had struggled at first but had soon become peaceful. That peace had settled upon all Gondor now, like frost.
With the bridge retaken, his father was ready to hear his counsel, and the new king too listened when he told him how he might win their war. The South and the East – and the North – paid homage to the West. Everyone listened, now.
But the White Tree did not blossom here, nor could the winter sun warm all of the new-laid marble and stone. This was not Minas Anor, as of old.