Once they had finished tying up the hunters that were still, but barely alive, Lanbriel helped the others. Desolyn was fading more and more to the shadows of death. Haven was already gone. Lanbriel couldn't bare to look at their faces. They had given up their lives, all their chances of being free so that the rest of the slaves may have had those chances.
"It's not fair!" Lanbriel stamped her foot, crying loudly. Then she dropped on the ground and sobbed. Rhunnaro approached her, telling her softly to do what she could now, and not think about what was already done.
So Lanbriel dug two holes by the side of a patch of flowers, each hole on either side of the flower patch. While the other slaves attended their living companions, Lanbriel placed the body of Haven in one of the holes. The second was for Desolyn, but somewhere, deep inside, she hoped that she could soon be able to close it up while it was empty.
She knew that that hope was a false one. She came over to Desolyn. The girl lay unconscious, surrounded by pools of blood growing larger by the minute. She called over to Turos and Doranna (as the two others tended to Fionel), wanting to hear their opinions before she certainly knew to bury the slave.
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The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen. No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone...
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