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Dec. 3rd, 2003
Look at the plotcritter!
Dec. 3rd, 2003 11:43 pmSo, the new story would begin like this:
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People tend to believe that the fates of realms and the great choices of kingdoms are decided in the secret council chambers of kings or among mighty lords of great influence. Sometimes – more often than not – this is true enough. But there are times when decisions about life and death, about thrones and crowns and armies and lands, are made in the gentle circle of ladies. Never underestimate the powers those soft hands, engaged in busy needlework, could hold. Many a great lord did so – and it brought them to fall.
Particularly much power and influence was gathered in the wide, elegant chambers of Finduilas, the Swan Lady of Dol Amroth ad wife to the Steward’s Heir in Minas Tirith, on this sunny afternoon. The ladies were doing needlework – or so it seemed to the naked eye. In truth, they were deciding about Gondor’s fat.
There is naught more frightening than a circle of high-born, well-bred noblewomen doing embroidery. As quick as their fingers are their minds, and woe those who dare to stand in their ways.
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People tend to believe that the fates of realms and the great choices of kingdoms are decided in the secret council chambers of kings or among mighty lords of great influence. Sometimes – more often than not – this is true enough. But there are times when decisions about life and death, about thrones and crowns and armies and lands, are made in the gentle circle of ladies. Never underestimate the powers those soft hands, engaged in busy needlework, could hold. Many a great lord did so – and it brought them to fall.
Particularly much power and influence was gathered in the wide, elegant chambers of Finduilas, the Swan Lady of Dol Amroth ad wife to the Steward’s Heir in Minas Tirith, on this sunny afternoon. The ladies were doing needlework – or so it seemed to the naked eye. In truth, they were deciding about Gondor’s fat.
There is naught more frightening than a circle of high-born, well-bred noblewomen doing embroidery. As quick as their fingers are their minds, and woe those who dare to stand in their ways.
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