Gamba straggled in before breakfast, and Phura took one look at him and took him in his arms, and together they wept. Gamba could not eat, but went to the food line to collect extra food for the prisoners. Many hands stroked his shoulders and ruffled his hair, and he drank the support, and then headed up to the Locks.
Tuka could not eat either; instead of going through the breakfast line, he went out to the graveyards and sat and watched as the last shovelfuls were piled on the two hobbit graves. He went to the men, and they pointed. "Male; female." Not even their names, Tuka thought. He stood by Esta's grave, unable to weep, numb with the horror still.
The other gravediggers began their work, and Tuka listlessly took up his pick and started to swing it; he progressed fairly well, and escaped the whip for the first part of the day.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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