"You'll be coming with me!"
Randir winced. Try as he might, he could not help but think of his dream, and found himself wondering if Megilien would kill him when he refused to come. Terror washed over him again. Drawing on the slight power he carried from his mother's line, Randir whispered to his horse, breaking Megilien's control and forcing past her, out into the twilight of near evening.
Coming with her, was he? Randir thought as he rode away from the inn. Going along quietly to Ithilen with an elf whose brother he had killed, to a trial almost certainly leading to his own execution? After a moment's thought he turned South. The shire was no longer safe.
[ August 09, 2003: Message edited by: Arestevana ]
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