Darkness had fallen now and the party decided to set up camp and rest. After a frugal meal, everyone settled in for the night. But Bulvard couldn't sleep, his dreams troubled him and he decided to sit under the open sky at the foot of a large tree quite some distance from the camp.
There he found his mind drifting towards fond memories of his wife and daughter at a much pleasant time... and his heart reminded him of a song he had heard a travelling elven minstrel sing and a tear trickled down his weather beaten face. He sang in a low voice...
Wrapped in a faded dream tucked away safe in my mind
A little goodbye maybe or just a passing smile
The birds fly away to the southern sky searching a home
A scatter of dry flowers or a little girl left all alone
Can somebody hear me I'm screaming from so far away
Morning who will calm you now, the evening is eclipsed again
The ache is long gone but the never keeps staring along
The waters in the seas are high and all the sand castles have drowned
Well does life get any better More yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained . . .
Unknown to him another troubled soul had been near and had been hearing his sorrowful tale in song. Tumnaooriel watched the forlorn broken man from her hiding place and tears rolled down her large, sad eyes.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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