Fáinu looked at her with concern and a sort of understanding. He shook his head and looked her in the eyes.
"I do not know how it feels to be blamed for my fathers death do I?" He almost smirked, but could not, "Many do. Often I heard 'They say Manstarmin was to blame for the death of his parents' in a way, it is true."
A shadow fell upon him then. as the memories came back again. He heard the laughter of Smaug in his mind and saw his mother's face being consumed in flame. Looking up he saw that Cree seemed impatient.
"Forgive me, Cree." He sighed, "You said you are cursed... I hath never head this. Or do you mean you are cursed with awful memories? Tell me what happened to you on that day, for I saw you not ever after it until today."
Cree was silent. He did not think she would tell him, he knew the hurt of that day, all too well. He closed his eyes and hung his head.
He opened his eyes to see Cree walking out of the inn. He leaped to his feet and dashed after her. Opening the inn door he saw her walking over a hill, he dashed up it. When he was half way up it he heard a horrid sound. Laughter. Smaug's laughter. He stopped and fell over backwards, he scrambled backwards. Then, over the hill he saw a flame creep up, followed by laughter again. Smaug's hideous rotten head came over the ridge, holding the bodies of his parents.
"Thou art next on my list!" Came the repulsive voice before he drew a deep inhale and then an immense ball of flame came towards him...
With a jump Fáinu opened his eyes and found that he was still in the inn. Cree was still sat opposite him and seemed to be thinking. She noticed that there was fear in his eyes, he breathed heavily as if with fright and a drop of sweat rolled down his face. He shook his head and tried to smile.
"Come," he said at last, "Or do you wish for my story first?"
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