The Beacons Are Lit

 






Aragorn: "The Beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid."

Theoden: "And Rohan will answer."





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"The Beacons Are Lit" (c)2022 Mickey Kulp

Inspired by the Lord of the Rings saga by JRR Tolkien


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