Belegond had returned to camp, kaldon had gone and he thought this strange, but most of the company seemed to be keeping an eye on him so surely they knew. Belegond sat down beside the sleeping Kili. He glanced around at everyone, again they all seemed fine, nothing to worry them.
Belegonds eyes led him over to a group of three where the woman of Rohan sat. Yanithe, was her name if he had heard right, and he longed to speak to her but she seemed busy in conversation with the others and did not want to disturb them. Belegond lit his pipe, laid back on the cool grass and looked up at the stars. He often had done this with his mother, but that was long ago and so he thought of the journey ahead, as he did not want to reawaken old memories.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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