#Written by Forten
#title:A Riddle
#types:bree,eriador,ruins,shire,rivendell
#reward
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"A flock of green butterflies,
held aloft with stiff string" -
or so the wind whispers,
or so the wind sings.

"A self-raising tower
grips me with its claws" -
or so the earth rumbles,
or so the earth roars.

What do they speak of?