[Book 2] Chapter 8

  The Plain — Journey to the Narethil

  The Plain—at first one might picture a boundless flatland.

  Yet this land is far from level.

  It swells and sinks in gentle rises and hollows,

  where people settled, plowed the soil, and shaped vast fields of grain.

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  Now it has become the granary that sustains their lives.

  Even this Plain must once have lain as nothing but level ground.

  Then the rains came, and one single thread of water was born.

  Through long ages, that thread dried away and returned, again and again.

  At last, one of them grows into a brook.

  The brook, too, shifts its course and changes its waters,

  gathering many slender streams until it becomes a greater river.

  Over still longer ages it carves the earth, carries the soil,

  and changes this land from a flat expanse into rolling ground.

  People never knew the span of such time.

  Yet they knew the richness of the soil it carried,

  and they never forgot their gratitude for this great river.

  They passed down stories of this flow,

  and wished that their voices, like the river, might never cease.

  So they came to call it “The One Who Speaks of This Land.”

  That One—Narethil.

  Thus began “Narethil — The Great River,”

  the flow that shaped this Plain and nurtured the lives of its people.

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