A slave named Santiara approached Lanbriel, asking her if she, and the elf Doranna wanted to run as a threesome. Lanbriel nodded cheerfully.
"Sure, I don't think anyone will mind if there's one threesome among us all."
They soon started running, keeping a steady pace. Lanbriel kept telling herself, not too slow, not too fast. It was all she could do from either dropping for a long, pleasant rest or speeding up as if to win a hundred mile marathon.
Doranna and Santiara didn't talk much at the start, but Lanbriel understood why the silence was kept. They needed so much energy to concentrate on their current job, that talking was just going to throw all that energy away. Still, Lanbriel felt that the air between the group was too silent, and that some conversation was needed.
"So," the girl asked, "Were you two surprised to get chosen? Or was it something that was sure to happen?"
Lanbriel tried to sound friendly, and smiled, as the girls thought through the sudden question.
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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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