Fawain looked to Lóthaniel totally convinced of Daethaur's explaination, she hoped that Lóthaniel's mistrust would not deny them this great advantage, to her suprise Lóthaniel was laughing "Indeed truely you are a gift from Eru himself" he laughed "Come join us for our evening meal and you can tell us more of these secret ways, and we can tell you why we journey to the mountains."
The three of them entered the common room, "I've been told the soup is good" Fawain laughed spying the bowls of steaming hot wild mushroom and nettle soup now at the end of the bar. They took their soup and some bread and sat down at the nearest empty table.
While eating Lóthaniel and Fawain recounted the tale of how Skaikrish had escaped from mordor, killed Fawain's mother, A Ranger of Ithilien. Then of how Fawain had killed Skaikrish's Mate and how he now held her father, A captain of the Dúnedain rangers of Annúminas. As Lóthaniel finnished the tale Fawain lowered her head hopeing that neither companion would she her tears.
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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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