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Loud though the wind and rain roared, Elboron did not wake.
He had crawled into bed between Éowyn and Faramir at the first clap of thunder, holding a large woolen horse. (No other child outside the Shire had so many lovely toys, sent down the long road in great soft parcels.) Now he slept peacefully.
Éowyn sighed, twisting to stretch the stiff places in her back. This was not a noise she could sleep through.
But her child knew the noise of thunder as only a sound that came with rain, perilous but not malicious. Perhaps that could be enough.

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