"Fáinu, in our past we have been through so much. I have a feeling that the times ahead will be worse than what we have faced."
Cree's words echoed in Fáinu's mind. Ever since the day his old life ended, he knew he would never be able to be at peace. Always his mind was fixated on some how, getting revenge. All thought him dead, and so, he considered them dead. Cree's appearance had prompted new thinking.
"I know this," said Fáinu, "Always my future seems black and filled with shadow. Nothing but a black veil over an already dark horizon." He looked up and saw that Cree seemed to be disturbed by what he had said.
Fáinu looked Cree in the eyes. He saw that she had suffered much, but her will was far from broken. She had held her will against foes beyond her physical strength, and lived still to tell the tale.
"Forgive me," said Fáinu, "I know that this is not what you wish to hear. This is on my heart. But if I keep what is dear to me, then it shall not seem so dark."
Cree smiled and leant forward. Fáinu glanced over at some Hobbits who were having a drinking competition. There were no winners in this game; the one who drank the most was awarded with a hang over to end all hangovers.
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