The Flet: Dec 16
Amroth leaned on one elbow, and looked up at the three anxious faces that studied him. He sat up.
"Erebemlin, thanks. Taitheneb, thank you." He reached a hand to Nethwador's shoulder, and the boy smiled in return. Then Amroth drew the back of his hand across his own brow, and then studied his drenched hand with distaste. "I seek her awake or asleep. Where my search leads me I cannot foretell."
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