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Post by God on Nov 12, 2011 9:23:42 GMT -7
"I believe most of the dukey will want to attend this event." He grinned. "The tides have turned for so many of them."
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Post by God on Feb 4, 2012 5:18:39 GMT -7
The day of the wedding arrived. The guards all wore freshly polished armor, weapons polished and sharpened. Marcus stood in his silver armor, now with the local crest added to it, his sword at his hip. At the front of the chapel, a pillow stood waiting, with an ornate ring for her, and the circlet for him. The ring was silver, with a flowing design to it, and a sort of flower. It was, in fact, the ring of Galadriel, which he had used before, and would use again.
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