She watched him stand and slowly moved over to where Quellë was grazing.
mellon, lasto beth nîn. Andelu I ven, le ad tolthathon. Le beriathar aen ned emyn. She gave him a gentle pat and the stallion moved away, down to the stream where she had recently changed. She had never met opposition without her beloved companion, and at the temporary farewell she let out a sigh. In the same instant she set her shoulders back and looked to Awrygan.
Together they set off in silence towards Dol Amroth. The silence was broken only by the slight muttering of a masculine voice, counting paces until they reached a dank tunnel. She reached to cover her nose at the smell, not exactly pleased when she was summoned to follow. Breath was hard to come by in the dark space and she struggled not to wretch. She would not dare be seen as weak.
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She nodded then looked around cautiously. It was too dark to see anything, but she still wasn’t akin to the thought of being left behind in this dreadful place. The minute passed by ever so slowly, and she made her way into the inn. As she rounded the corner she noticed the man pouring himself a drink. Her brow raised at his timing then cast her eyes to the man now covered by a tattered cloak.
“Somehow their technique does not surprise me. I have had a run in with them already…they were not hospitable in the least.” She walked over to him and slid her own glass across the bar towards him. Smirking despite the recent discoveries she allowed herself to speak again. “I dare say you shall indulge and I shall not.”
When he had obliged and she had downed her portion she set the glass down. “I follow your lead, and since your plans have been altered slightly…what do you suppose we are to do now?”
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