The exchange of thoughts she heard shocked her. She had told them both they must not do that here.
No!came the single, sharp thought of the elf to both of them. Angara flew on, unheeding. Mithadan turned toward her, his face set in hard lines.
A terrible dread came over her, and she felt a shadowy mind reach out to hers. She was sick with the feel of it, and closed her mind against its foul touch. It insinuated itself against her defenses, seeking to breach them. Her senses reeled with the onslaught, and she fell to the deck.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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