Finėwen enjoyed the time she had spent with Eodwine. It felt nice to talk to someone, for it seemed as if she had talked hardly any at all throughout the trip. She had listened intently with the group as he told his story. Her heart sank with the laments for Lira. It had been until then that she realised how much loosing her had meant to Finėwen. She did not know her well, but she had enjoyed the time she had spent around her.
Everyone seemed to have gone off by themselves or with someone else. Finėwen sighed and began to wonder what was next for her. She played around with the dirt in front of her. Journeys home seem to be always quicker than the journey to your destination. But the journey beyond the journey home seemed to be too far away. Unable to grasp. Finėwen placed her chin in her hand and stared blankly at the ground.
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