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 | | Isildur’s fingers fumbled with the clasp of his high-collared tunic, while he, still slightly more dexterous, was able to unlace the neck of the shirt Isildur wore, and trail his fingers over the warm skin he uncovered. |
 | | Isildur, the joy in his face muted by the uncertainty of the battles to come, asked that his wife and newborn son remain in Elrond’s house. |
 | | Isildur looked up at him, dark hair wild and tangled about his shoulders, and his eyes were flat, the grey of unpolished steel. |
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