Fáinu played the events prier to the attack by Smaug over and over in his head. he thought of what would have happened had Cree been there that morning. He drew a few conclusions though the best he could come up with was rather depressing.
"If I had found you that morn," he said after a long wait, "I perhaps would not have gone to Dale with my father. I would have stayed with you, and therefore, would not have gone into combat. Perhaps still I would have heard of my Parent’s death, and my rash heart would have convinced me to seek revenge there and then. I probably would have gone into the Mountain unaided and so death would have come upon me. So be not troubled. Think rather, that your absence saved my life. Despite the fact that it tour us apart for a long while." He looked at his scorched hand and sighed, "Perhaps, there is some thing I must do before the end, why else would Mandos keep me away?"
Cree said naught, his words were cold, and it seemed to her as if he was distant and encased in his own regret. She knew that feeling well, as she carried it herself. it was not pleasant.
"What are you plans, Cree?" asked Fáinu suddenly looking up, Cree jumped as if woken from a dream, "Sorry," he apologised, "I did not mean to startle you. Will you come with me to Imladris when I decide to go?"
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