I wonder where he's gone? thought Telpeheled vaguely as he wandered through the long grass. I don't think he's anywhere around here. I should go back. By now they will probably have sorted out those two Easterlings, but just in case...
With a sigh, he turned back towrds the battlefield. I hope it's over. I'm finished fighting for now.
What was that? A rustle, almost too faint to be heard came from a clump to his left. Cautiously Telpeheled crept towrds the sound. It's probably a rabbit, but there's no harm being ready he thought grimly.
With a start he saw a crouching figure, an Easterling. At the same moment, the Easterling turned and saw Telpeheled.I suppose fighting is back on the agenda.
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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