[JennyHallu]

Evening settled with deceptive peacefulness over Rohan, its beauty unnoticed by the tired and subdued party eating a late supper in the Mead Hall. Most of the Hall's residents were busy with their own tasks, but those involved in the search for Linduial were still awake, recapping their failures and successes over the day. Haleth and Eodwine sat, closely attended by Thornden and Garstan, quietly discussing the events of the day and plans for the morrow. Marenil sat in the corner, too worried to go to bed, but nodding in his chair. Deren was still stationed at the gates, for there was yet another hour before they closed for the night, late due to the Fair.

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Lin sat on the threadbare cot, wakeful and wary, one eye on her guard, and her mind fixed on the cold light of Earendil, shining strongly through the vent. The day had been long and weary, but successful, and she felt she'd established some sort of rapport with her two guards. A start at least, and tomorrow another day. The light of Earendil seemed especially close, warming her despite its silver chill, reminding her of its promise of deliverance. She sighed in a contentment at odds with her surroundings, her fears calmed for at least a little while.