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[podfic] How far can you carry this?

Summary:

They make mountains upon the beach from sand and pebbles, because all Eärendil’s memories are of cold and pale walls of stone and walking for ever and ever.

When Elwing thinks of home it is dark forests and damp loam beneath her feet and running and stopping and hiding and running again, like rabbits.

Notes:

Thank you to TheLionInMyBed for having blanket permission! It's my favorite thing.