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IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE NUMENOREANS @TheInnOfFortune

Now, outside its borders, the moon reminds them how much time has slipped away. They should have aged, should have traveled further, but Lothlórien held them in suspension. Now reality presses back. No sleep comes. The dark holds sway while thought and omen shape their way. Boromir yearns for Minas Tirith afar, its echo bright as a distant star but Aragorn keeps the river's line, where fate and patience intertwine. The tension builds. One pulls toward home. The other holds the path. The choice looms closer. 🌊⚔️ With Legolas, Aragorn searches the land through briar and stone—no rest planned. Toward roaring Rauros lay the road, steep the path their strength must load. So boats were borne where roots ran deep while waking hearts forgot their sleep. 💪 🛶 They portage. Carry the boats overland to avoid the falls. Exhausting, necessary, communal labor that gives no time to think. Down the Anduin they're drawn, carried in turns from dusk to dawn, till crowned in mist—grand—rose Isildur and Anárion's land. The Argonath. The Pillars of the Kings. Stone sentinels marking the threshold. At Amon Hen their silence stayed, and the Fellowship passed on, both small and brave. The statues tower. The travelers are tiny. But they continue anyway. 🗿✨ ❤️ Subscribe for LOTR journeys 👍 Like if time feels strange 💬 Most awe-inspiring LOTR location? 📢 Share with the small and brave #LOTR #Anduin #CrescentMoon #Argonath #Portage #Rauros #Boromir #Aragorn #Sam #SmallAndBrave #Fellowship #MiddleEarth The crescent moon rose thin on high As though for Lórien time passed us by Sam beheld it, hushed and still A fingernail of silver will He spoke and we, with softened sight Felt memory tremble in the night No sleep would come; the dark held sway While thought and omen shaped our way Boromir yearned for Minas Tirith afar Its echo bright as a distant star Yet Aragorn kept the river's line Where fate and patience intertwine With Legolas he searched the land Through briar and stone no rest had planned Toward roaring Rauros lay the road And steep the path our strength must load So boats were borne where roots ran deep While waking hearts forgot their sleep Then down the Anduin we were drawn Carried in turns from dusk to dawn Till crowned in mist grand Rose Isildur and Anárion's land At Amon Hen their silence stayed And we passed on, both small and brave