Belegond smiled. Yanite had sort of comforted him. He stopped Duelen and the other horse and lept down. He ran twenty metres or so and found his fathers chain on top of the cool green grass. He grabbed it and ran back to Duelen and mounted. They contiued to ride.
"Thankyou." he said.
Yanithe seemed suprised, "For what?"
"For letting me get back this chain, I am greatful, more greatful then you could ever possibly know."
They then were in silence for the next 3 hours or so. Day was drawing to a close and the sun lay down her head and the moon sprang forth. They did not stop, they saw no need to and so they kept pressing on. The fate of Erebor all in their minds.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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