आप are walking द्वारा yourself to the Prancing टट्टू when someone bumps into you. आप twisted your ankle and fell, the fall was much harder than आप thought it would be. A strong hand assists you. आप take it and look into the eyes of the stranger. "Do आप need help walking?" he asks. "Yes. Would आप mind helping me?" He puts an arm around your waist and takes आप to the inn. When आप get there he rests आप in a chair and elevates your leg. "Is it broken?" आप ask, a little nervous that a stranger is helping you. "No, but maybe sprained." He puts some cloth on your ankle and tightens it for...
All that is सोना does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached द्वारा the frost. From the ashes a आग shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken, The crownless again shall be king. — Bilbo's poem about Aragorn
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