"A...a map? Why would an easterling want to give you a map?"
Fionel shrugged, apparently not wanting to be very forward about her reply. Lanbriel understood that Fionel must know something about that other Easterling, something she didn't want to share, not just yet. But from what she had seen, she knew that the slaves still had a chance for survival...
Lanbriel turned away, and took a long look around. Nurn was now a small dot in the distance.
"Wow, if we keep going like this in a few minutes, we'll be very, very far away from Nurn."
"Not that far from the hunters following on their horses."
Fionel replied.
Lanbriel sighed and looked at the sky. She wished that soon, she would be up there, in the clouds, relaxing, not worried about anything, not running away to save her desperate life...
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The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen. No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone...
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