Kalia stared with wonder at Sorell as he soared up on his flying horse.
"Cool, Sorell, how did you do that?" she called up to him. She tried waving, but she needed her good arm to hold onto the horse and her injured arm was dead limp. Hmmm, this might just be a bit of a problem, she said, looking down at her arm. She looked back up and saw Sorell swooping gracefully over their heads, as she had done a little earlier. As the came over a rise in the path, the city of Ithilien was visible to all.
"Everybody, this is our destination and that is where we shall obtain our crazed friend," she called, motioning her head in that direction.
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
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