More elves, thought Yanithë. There was no emotion in this thought, just a fact. She walked into the hall looking, but not seeing. She had grown cold. Maybe she shouldn't have taken up this journey. Something in her thought that something knew would happen, that she would make new friends. But, kind as they were, she could not connect to them.
There is Belegond. . .
NO! Banish the thought, here you are, a silly girl.
All of a sudden, she remembered wnat one of the men whom she engaged in battle said, one of Kaldon's men.
"You thin k too much of yourself, girl. There reaaly isn't as much to you as you think. You are just as weak and frail as the rest of your species. And you know what happens to them in the end."
He had smiled an almost toothless smile, and in her anger, she hit him so violently with her sword that she easily beheaded him. Still, there was that grin plastered on his face.
Another thing to haunt her. The man at the gate of Bree, the vision at the stream, and now this. Perhaps this Elvish abode would calm her spirits.
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