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Mellonin
The fog melted away.
Horses, running, running; weariness; anger; wrath; despair.
You have abandoned us, my sister and I. Faithless, faithless. You are without honor. Beasts! You care nothing for us. Your words seemed fair, but they were truly foul. Liars! You are no friends! Faithless! Faithless!
The girl cried out in her dreams again With a curse, Tharonwe covered her mouth again; but the smaller elf turned his head even as they galloped towards the mercenaries.
"Despiccable wench!" spat Tharonwe under his breath. Did he have time to move himself and his prisoner before they returned?
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