Rûdhchamion and Anarya hurried to the young female's side. She seemed to have fainted, somewhat. Though he was puzzled to what had caused it. Khelek, too was concerned.
As she began to stir Anraya stroked her gently, a worried look on her face.
"What is wrong? Are you ill?" She asked.
"N-no, I'm f-fine. I-", the girl answered dazed, and a bit disoriented.
The dark elf looked on. He felt something was amiss. Though he knew she hid no secrets, there was something about this meeting that seemed a part of his fate. A premonition, if one could call it that. He had tried not to be overly worried about their journey. But now it seemed more was at stake than his need for vengeance.
It seemed as they approached Dol Guldur, he felt he was drawn to it. That he could not ignore the path he had chosen, nor did he have any choice.
He looked up and saw the rainclouds gathering.
"We must find shelter from the storm."
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