Esmarë picked up a velvety fruit, inhaled its scent, and
Whispers, rippling through the crowd around herThe
Prince of Ithilien!brought her back to Minas Tirith,
and Esmarë turned to watch his cavalcade pass, curious to
see the man these people seemed to hold in such high regard.
He was nothing special.
Shame, she thought. Then their eyes met, and he smileda
gentle smile that lit his sensitive face with true beauty...
But not the smile of a red-blooded man looking at a lovely
Oh! Esmarë hurried home to tell the girls.