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[twilightminstrel]

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[twilightminstrel]

For all his faults, Daeron had managed to successfully drive the orcs and trolls away before stumbling into this depression.

He snorted before grimacing in pain. Ow. "I would." Beren had not been one to stand still for long, since he'd let himself come to know him. "The patrol will."

[erchamion]

"They should already be on their way back." He agrees, but no reason to not be watchful, not when he has one wounded to care for.

"But yes, I grew restless, sitting in the palace. They are all very happy, and this way I get some exercise and may return in good spirits. You will like Dior, I think. Luthien has doubtless told him stories of you. He grows like a Man, but he looks like her."

Dark and fair and terribly beautiful.

[twilightminstrel]

He still felt it better if he was just left to die. But Beren had stated that wasn't an option, so he just had to bear up to the pain and humiliation of his return in this condition.

"As any child of hers should be." Old history that haunted his every breath, but Daeron tried to bury it back deep in the back of his mind. "If he gets your wanderlust, I hope it is tempered."

[erchamion]

"So do I! And Luthien too, but as a babe he seems quite well mannered - for now, anyway. I am told that it gets harder the older they get." He says wryly.

"He is only just walking now - I imagine we will find out soon."