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When I saw the halls of Mirkwood and Lothlorien, I was amazed.
As I witnessed the Beornings, I smiled at the houses of wood they've made for themselves.
Through the Forest of Fangorn and the fields of the West Fold, I recalled Merry and Pippin's adventure with the Ents, and the Siege of Helm's Deep. I laughed a little inside at such memories...
...When I beheld the walls of Erebor, I remembered Thorin's last moments with Bilbo.
At the sight of Amon Hen, I recalled Borimir's final stand against the Uruk-hai.
In the Ruins of Osgiliath, I recalled how Denethor wished Farimir died in Borimir's stead.
At the center of the field's of Pelenor, I remembered Theoden's final words to Eyowin.
When I saw the white tree of Gondor, I recalled the unification of the fellowship, Aragorn's cornation, and Frodo's final goodbye to Samwise...
All these memories of old - flooding, swelling, and overflowing within me from a time long past...
All I can say is;
Congratulations TLD Team. You made a grown man weep tears from his childhood all over again... Thank you.