

Theoden - The Winter KingTheoden - The winter KingTheoden - The Winter King
Who am I, Gamling?
I did not realise I had spoken the words aloud until he answered me.
You are our king, sire.
And now battle done, throats wet and hearts cheered beneath the high rafters of the golden hall I hunt the elusive shadow of sleep and the words come back to me.
Who am I, Gamling?
The year is turning, March has come. Beneath the deep, clear blue of wind swept skies the snowdrop and crocus should be lifting their heads to the first spring-soft kiss of sun; but King Winter he still reigns in my d
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