The old wisdom born out of the west was forsaken. Kings made tombs more splendid than the houses of the living and counted the old names of their descent dearer than the names of their sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry or in high, cold towers asking questions of the stars. And so the people of Gondor fell into ruin. The line of Kings failed. The white tree withered. The rule of Gondor was given over to lesser men.
And so we relish those bygone days... only as a fantasy.
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babu..Mavericks blog still exists. why are you guys not writing anything there! c'mon, music is not out of your life.
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