The four companions had been riding for three days now and the first rays of light were peeping up from the hills. Belegond thought of Bree. Whether Kili was ok, he was sure he would be especially with his new found friend Dain. And what about the rest, hopefully they would make it to Weathertop. And Arlome and Einen, but they should be ok.....hopefully.
And then his thoughts drifted to Yanithe, she was riding beside him with a few of the horses tethered to hers. Her fair face glowed in the rising sunrise, he had to admit she was beautiful. Her hair blew back in the morning breeze and her eyes shone bright. As for her singing, he could have mistaken her for an elf if had not known better. But it was true she was just not a pretty face, she was strong. He then remembered the Inn, he had cried and she had seen him, how stupid could he get? She must of thought...he did not know what she thought, he longed to know though.
"Are you hungry Bali?" Belegond turned to the Dwarf who sat crossed legged in the wagon.
"No, thankyou, although I could do with some water", he replied.
Belegond handed a canteen over to Bali who said thankyou and started to drink.
Time passed quickly and it was soon mid-day, but they had nothing to eat because Belfalod had all the supplies. They continued. Belegond took off the chain from his neck, he contemplated whether he should leave it as a sign for the others to follow. He decided he should. He kissed it and then discarded it.
"Did you leave that as a sign to follow us by?" asked Yanithe.
"Yes, incase there is a group without a Ranger. Hope fully they will have sense to pick it up."
"Why?", she asked, concern in her eyes.
"It is......was my fathers."
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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