I must have done stupider things than put myself to sleep in a snit without checking to see if there was a night-watch, Naaramare thought, trying to stretch the cricks out of her neck, but I can't remember them.
Then again, she couldn't remember much of anything. And it was getting maddening, particularly with the tantalizing feeling of almost remembering dancing in front of her.
Then again, there was a wizard travelling with them, wasn't there?
Moving over to where Gandalf was, Naaramare cleared her throat self-consciously.
"Mithrandir," she began, "may I ask something of you?"
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