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Old 07-06-2006, 07:54 PM   #37
Folwren
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Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Athwen

Athwen felt Dorran’s tenseness through his hand as he led her down towards the water. His grip was still gentle - he always seemed careful with her - but a certain rigidness in his hand told her what he strove to hide in his calm tone of voice. Now she understood that strange mark on his forearm. It was not visible to anyone, but often her hand had passed over the very slight indentation. She had wondered about it, but never asked.

In a few minutes, they were joined by the others. Their horses had been led down and Dorran and Athwen both reached to take their mounts’ reins. Lindir explained some of what had passed to them and handed the iron to Vrór. It went from hand to hand and Athwen watched it.

After a moment, she turned to Dorran. She laid her hand on his arm, and he slowly turned his eye away from the object and looked at her. She stepped closer. “I’m sorry, Dorran,” she said very softly. “Maybe, if they haven’t caught them at this point, they hadn’t at all?” she said with hope. “Are you going to be all right?”
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