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middle earth aesthetics → rohan

the grass-lands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way into the heart of the green mountains.  far inward they glimpsed a tumbled mountain-mass with one tall peek; at the mouth of the vale there stood like a sentinel a lonely height. about its feet there flowed, as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the dale; upon its brow they caught, still far away, a glint in the rising sun, a glimmer of gold.