She sat by the fire, in silence, the hall behind her quiet. Alkawen often sat on the bench by the fire in Elrond's House East of the Sea. It had become a ritual of sorts for her, a return to the familiar one might say. Gazing into the flames was warmth and a comfort. This evening, however, there were more in the fire than dances of flames.
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later the Lonelands
