Elen drew her knives and the company seemed to form a circle around Anson and the other hobbits who carried most of the precious flowers. They all discarded their packs and cloaks, for some reason everyone knew there might be a fight to come, but Elen did not know why. She clasped her daggers with anticipation, it was now silent, not a sound but the breathing of her companions. The waited for a while nothing had come.
"But where is the raft?" she whispered to Marsilion as she lowered her knives.
He shrugged his shoulders still looking out into the distance for any sign of an advancing enemy, "I dont know, but keep your guard up Elen," he said pushing her hands back to guard.
"You sound like my father....." she snorted, even though she knew he was only helping her. She smiled, and waited silently.
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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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