"None," she whispered back. "I watched this wizard go up in flames. My flames. How is all this fortification possible if the man behind it is supposed to be dead?" Shade shrugged. They sat for long time on the dead, dewy grass while their tired horses got what sustenance they could from the frugal vegetation. Then Radae spoke, "I hope Faye is okay." Shade turned around to watch his companion's gaze sweeping the tower's height and length, then swerve and lock into his.
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***I am Elf, Hobbit, Man, and Dragon-my children are the peoples of the everlasting world-my hands made the trees and rivers- I am Heriel Aradaewen-Kemen'mamil, the Earthmother.***
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