Dain crouched near the campfire, finishing up his dinner, grateful for the first decent meal he'd had in a while. But still he could not shake an overiding sense of foreboding and gloom. He stared into the ashes and flame, then shook his head and sighed.
They had taken so very long to reach this point on the trail. Who was to say what they would find at the end of their journey? Would his wife still be alive, or would all their efforts to quell the Orcs be too late? The danger of the pass was behind them, but no one knew what lay ahead, certainly not Dain.
Bali seemed relieved and confident, but Dain found it difficult to share his joy. He glanced over at Durin. The warmer weather and full provisions were returning some color into his face. But there were still so many questions unanswered.
|