Volondil removed the straps which held him to the sledge, and asked if Alearindu might help him up for a moment. 'Too much lying about has made me weak.' he muttered. He put his hand to his side to splint his injury and bade the Ranger walk about with him for a moment.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, lightly, for support, and walked along, gingerly at first, then with more ease as sore, stiff muscles stretched out. He motioned with a nod of his head for her to take him to one of the downed logs that lay at the side of the road they were to travel.
'Let us sit here in the sun for a while, before we begin our journey, if you don't mind.' He let the warm sun play on his face for a moment, then turned to her. 'Tell me of the friend you spoke of, if you will. She seems very dear to you, indeed.'
She began to speak to him, and he listened carefully, though often his gaze grew distracted , she noted, as he followed the movements of the small woman with raven black hair.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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