Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The night ran away like a thief, yet Celbaran felt every hour stretch as on a rack. Sleepless, he stood his private death-watch, and Gilion stood with him – for friendship or uneasy honor? Celbaran took such charity as found him. For he had found no escape. He could not even buy them time, for who would delay the Khan's men? And he could not hide them, for south of Poros, the land lay flat, save for the barrow-mound: a dark, ominous swell, as of condemnation... For love and honor... … and his heart quickened; Celbaran caught Gilion's arm. “What?” “Help me!” |