|
Iarwain had learned to trust the young and even a bit reckless eorling during the days the company had wandered through perilous terrain and even if he had decided to take a closer look at him toDay (and he would do it indeed) he was seeing the wisdom in his vote on the dwarf. For he had indeed spent some time with thinking about Dain's actions and words this far and reached similar conclusions. And if he trusted the lady and the elf-lord already, could't see the Uruk but as too bold for a conspirator and tended to trust the young marshall of Mark it left him with the same top suspicion - and there indeed were things he had found alarming with the dwarf.
He would give it thought - if he could turn it to a song - but anyway he was ready to state why he susected Daín could be their last traitor. He fell into himself searching for the words...
X'd with Daín
__________________
Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
|