Source: AU Middle-earth
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s infinitely shaded, complex creation… Kortirion’s scrawled picture.
The old woman outside the inn offered her cards to the boisterous young men in turn
“Pick one for yourself?” she asked the final questioner. He turned his card, a knight galloping hard.
She nodded, “...more.” Every card bore swords, five, six, seven...
“Spada...” she breathed “...all the spades come...” But his final card was a king enthroned, his long unsheathed sword held high. She paused before tapping the card with a long finger-nail.
“Look for him, lord – the man of power may save you.”
“From what?” laughed Boromir dismissively, tossing her a coin.
“A king? Gondor needs no king!”