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One moment Lindir lay thrashing and frantic on the floor of the caverns, his mind teetering on the brink of disaster. The next instant, he found himself walking through a peaceful garden, one filled with birds and bees and all manner of small, living things. The feeling of terror was gone and, in its place, came a sensation of peace and fulfillment, the first real contentment he'd felt since setting foot on the vessel that had brought him to this isle.
One part of Lindir's mind was aware that his body still lay inside the cavern in a dire predicament, yet his thoughts refused to dwell on that, so delighted was the Elf to be in this lovely garden. Heedless of any need for caution or restraint, Lindir went hurrying down the path with Oremir following close behind. As they rounded a bend in the path, Lindir pointed excitedly towards two small figures just ahead, "Look, my friend, two young Elves! And how happy they look. Why, one could be the image of you. Perhaps they are your relations? And who is the other one who lingers close by his side?'
'Come now, we must say hello to your kinsmen." Lindir beamed and rushed forward, paying no attention to the look on his companion's face.
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