After Marsilion had saved Anson from the river, the company rested for a while and then they were on their way again. They crossed the river now with ease as it was calm and not so trecherous. Elen sprang upon Nimroch and once again rode at the rear of the company, her eyes keeping watch.
They had been riding for about half a day now and the sun was beginnig to set. Elen took a drink for the canteen at her side. The cool water filled her body. it was good to know that it was not infected unlike the countryside around her. They were seeing the effects of the disease and it was much worse. There was no one about, not even animals. It was silent apart from the gently sound made by the horses.
"Shall we stop or not? Night draws in and with it comes danger. Shall we continue? If we do we cannot expect the hobbits to walk. They need to rest their legs, unless they want to walk into the night." she said to the company.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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