Phoebe moved slowly and tapped her finger along the shelf of antique books in their library. On the side, she looked at those of which are on parchments, beside them were those books that are so old they had to be sealed to preserve them from decay. Sighing, she looked around once more and looked over the spines of antique books. None of them seemed be pique her interest, none seemed to be what she really wanted. If it was before, she might have been seated at the corner by now going half trough the book. However, ever since her father’s treachery and Théoden’s assumption of the throne, she lost all of her interests completely. She was still coping as to what had happened and still heartbroken for all the things that had significantly changed ever since he had taken the throne. He is the K
