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Subject: �Mithrandir�

Author:
Gandalf

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Date Posted: 13:27:43 01/22/03 Wed
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In reply to: Tiarri 's message, "{.Steady.}" on 18:23:10 01/18/03 Sat

�Cranium lowered, muzzle dipping as though to rest on the grassy earth below he.�

I... It may be, but this will not come to pass, not yet, not so soon. I... I must go... I shall return before this is over, on that you may rely.

�With that he turned and paced away, head slung low, energy gone. To the watching eye the steed no longer looked like a young, chivilrous stallion of renown, but old, and as though the grey that littered his coat was there due to an ageing proccess, not his natural colour. It was naught but a reflection of how he was deep inside, ut for now there was nothing that could be done about it.�

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