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It was an early morning in Dol Amroth when the gates of the great city opened and 20 riders came out of it, their armour and weapons were shining as they reflected the light of the warm sun. The children of the city ran after them I the opposite direction of their school, watching as the first patrol of the day started. Somewhere in the front lines was a man with a wide smile and gleaming eyes, his name is Ingrandor, a boy that breathed for the army, the passion for honour and duty was instilled into him from his early days.