Night of Dec 22: Nethwador
Nethwador listened as Amroth and Erebemlin talked. Their minds did not touch his, and all he heard was the words. He felt left out.
Nudging his horse, he trotted up between them. They looked at him, and Amroth's mind touched his.
"The night is cold; we will need a fire, " Nethwador reminded them.
Amroth laughed. "Yes, little brother; we will indeed. No doubt the horses will want some grass. How I do forget the comfort of my friends. I am sorry." His smiled gently faded, and he looked ahead in the twilight.
He shook his head. He could see little. He felt blind.
"Erebemlin."
Erebemlin answered gently. "There is a dead tree two miles hence, my lord. Enough to feed several fires."
They urged their horses into a trot, and made camp under the dead tree.
Last edited by mark12_30; 08-23-2004 at 10:24 AM.
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