The White Horse Inn, Act III

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Faint voices penetrated the heavy fog that was Saeryn's thoughts. She struggled against the phantom enemies invading her vision. She could not escape. Saeryn trembled beneath her covers, shuddering.

"Gudryn, hold her hand. Let her know that she is safe." Saeryn's hand was taken by the girl and she calmed. Waking instantly, she remained still, eyes closed. A door opened smoothly, closing swiftly. A kind but firm voice spoke. "Eodwine, where did you find her?"

"Not far from here, Bethberry. Her horse stood guard. Falco's tending the mare."

"We must keep watch on her. Inn of Lost Lasses we seem indeed to be..."

Saeryn's eyes flicked open, glancing up at the worried faces looking down at her. A mist seemed to cloud them, keeping them from focusing. Her temples throbbing, Saeryn closed her eyes.

"Lass, you must open your eyes for a moment... can you hear me? Come now, it'll be all right..." Gentle fingers felt her head, checking for bruising. A particularly tender spot caused Saeryn's eyes to jet open, a cry passing her lips. As the girl looked at the Innkeeper, she whispered, afraid. "Who are you?"