Lanbriel stood, watching Fionel and Desolyn argue. When they mentioned that they were standing around for half an hour, Lanbriel gasped and a few slaves glanced at her. She stared down at the ground, thinking that whatever plan Desolyn had would probably fail in the end. They had no chance. At all. Or... did they?
Lanbriel finally decided that if there was a chance, she would have to listen to the other girl's plan, even if she had doubts.
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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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