Nuinyulma suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine. The almost pleading look Doran had given her was frightening- it reminded her of her mother when she was asked to leave for the Grey Havens. She hadn't mentioned that to anyone who had yet asked her although now felt a willingness to do so. How could she turn yet another hopeful person down? Tiruviel had been hopeful but not this-was desperate the right word?
However, she felt a warmth between her and the man and so almost whispering, gave her answer, "I do not know where we will go but you have my word I will come with you."
Doran looked up. He did not speak but instead nodded and smiled and started rummaging in his cloak. After a moment or two he brought out a small jewel on a silver chain.
"Here take this. It will remind you of the promise you just made."
She smiled and took the necklace- it sparkled in the glittering fire of the evening.
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~*Nuinyulma*~
All that is gold does not glitter...
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