Fawain and Lóthaniel sat for what had seemed like hours. Lóthaniel had pulled out a tattered old map of the blue mountains, it was faded and worn in places but the majority of it could still be made out. They had then poured over it discussing possible routes and plans for the rescue.
Lóthaniel looked up from the map to his companion, her soft grey/green eyes were lined with worry and her brow creased studying the map. At that moment he just wanted to scoop her up in his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but how could he let her know how he felt about her when they were just about to rush into danger.
He Suddenly realised that Fawain was talking to him, She hadn't looked up from studying the map but she was saying "It is getting late in the afternoon and we must think to getting provisions and packing for the morrows journey." "Yes, I think you are right" he said picking up the map and carefully folding it up and putting it into his breast pocket.
As Fawain stood up Lóthaniel took her arm gently and they left together to see too their gear.
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"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.
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