evendim

Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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This story continues from Part II: The Girl from Gondor.

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This story continues from Part I: From Belfalas to Evendim.

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“Get down!” Till hissed, grabbing Kane's arm and yanking him back behind the fallen tree.

The young man had been about to stride out from cover. He didn’t resist her; he did as she had bidden - but he did raise an eyebrow. Doubting her. So she glared at him.

“What part of stealth are you finding so difficult to understand?”

Yrill rode ahead as they crossed the High King’s bridge yet again. Her heart was still beating unnaturally fast. She still felt like retching. They had the information they needed, but would she or Culufinnel have been capable of attaining it? The Captain of Celondim was a staunch soldier, but he had turned aside. She herself would only have acted so under dire need. And had it not been dire need? All she knew was she was thankful Estarfin had been with them.

 As Yrill and Captain Culufinnel continued their pursuit, he asked again, “You are certain this is the correct way? We have wasted enough time.”

I moved around the land, with my older brother beside me, keeping the other soldiers in the distance. "I told you, we shouldn't stop too much as it will delay us." Forchuil then said towards me as I pretended not to hear him. I was more focused on the fact that my wife was gone for so long and yet I has been sent out here as a reinforcement. The only one good thing about that fact was a possible reunion with my ranger friend.