"My dear friend, it seems that our paths did cross again. But to me you have changed so much that deep down in your heart I do not sense the slight bit of love for anything. If you wish to continue our conversations you may join me when you remember our past together."
Fáinu was trying to think of something encouraging to say. But nothing came to his mind, nothing but dark thoughts. When she had uttered his former name, he gave her a sharp look as if to say, "Do not speak that name."
At length he rose and walked out of the inn for some fresh air. He began to think back to when he and Cree were friends, however, he could not see any of it clearly. His whole past before the Dragon attacked was clouded. he looked at his burnt hand and sighed. Closing his eyes he thought back to his first meting with Cree, However, as he smiled to remember happier times, the images of the dragon blowing his fire came and he started as if awoken from a nightmare. even after opening his eyes, slight whispers he could hear in his mind, echoes of the curse of Smaug.
Eventually he walked back into the inn and ordered some water to drink, for he suddenly felt parched. He looked over at Cree who seemed to be feeding something to the bird that came with her. Soon he felt it rite that he spoke with her. he sat down at the other end of the table and so was facing her.
"Cree, you must realise," he said at last, "I thought all had forgotten me. When Smaug destroyed my old life, there was nothing left for me. Not even my family recognised me. I did not expect you to do so. You have to realise, many sorrows have befallen me, besides that that thou knows of. The only friend I have had has been Anganárí, my sword."
He saw that Cree was sorrowful at hearing this. However, he did not know of what to say.
"Do not be troubled, Cree," he said, "I remember, if vaguely, our time together. But until ether Mandos calls me or I am realised from the Dragon's curse, I fear, that ever I shall be joyful.”
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