Alanor's Plight.

In the Woods of Got.

"Rise. Take me to Aliefur. It's been quite a journey."

Alanor, the dwarf king said to the Got warriors bowing before him. The leader of that batch said,

"If you don't mind, my Lord. We can't leave the woods unguarded, so some of the men would stay. Myself and five others would take you and the queen to our king."

Alanor nodded softly then looked up at Haya. He had pity in his face. Haya, aside the hotheaded Wealene they'd been running from, had also faced the trouble of cramps while they were travelling through the woods until now. He should be moved.

"Prepare the horses."

The leader of that batch on watch called at one of the guards who hurried and prepared the horses. But while he was at it, Alanor called,

"One horse will do. We'll travel on the same horse."

He looked at Haya for confirmation. She nodded.

"We should get a few days refreshment here before we make to leave."

Alanor had started

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