Nardol looked up at Bethberry, then rearranged himself upon the log. He nodded and allowed her to tend to his wound, which now had an evil look about it. As she worked he looked intently at her face. At length he spoke. "You are not of the Atani nor of the Eldar," he said. It was not a question.
She looked at his scarred face briefly, then resumed her work without responding. After several minutes, she finished, and stood. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Thank you."
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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