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Apr 27, 2017 8:46 PM
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"Right, sorry." She starts singing. Injuries become less painful; they don't start stitching themselves up just yet.

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Oh, that's nice.  Kind of them.

Malak accepts the food--wolfs it down one-handed, actually, they haven't eaten in at least a day and it wasn't exactly a restful day--and tries to hide most of their thoughts better.

Gratitude. They still hate telepathy but politeness to captors seems like a good plan for as long as they have captors.

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Should be pretty filling, it's magic. For communication that isn't telepathy, which the human apparently hates, they'll have to wait on his brother. 

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The song should be starting to stitch her up by now.

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And he catches up with them. Looks searchingly at his brother for a moment, then dismounts as well. "It is a pleasure and a surprise to meet such a gifted stranger here."

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"I am the daughter of Melian and Elu Thingol and I have already told your companion my intentions and I am in a hurry to get to Nargothrond."

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"I am honored," he says. "And we are in a hurry to take you there. But there's such a thing as incautious haste. If you'll extend us the charity of twenty minutes to sort this out -"

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"Someone I care about is being tortured."

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"Someone I loved was tortured fifty years as they're now counted, and none of us would now live if we'd rushed into rescuing him."

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"I'm half-Maia -"

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"I'd inferred that."

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"Twenty minutes."

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I need to learn your language quickly, he says to Malak, and then points at himself - "Curufin" -

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Malak points at themself. "Malak"

I'll be able to speak yours tomorrow. They can't imagine this stranger--Curufin--could learn a language quicker than that, but they know next to nothing about these people or their capabilities, so.

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Can cast a spell on myself. Need sleep first.

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...I see. "Tyelcormo, why don't you stay out here while I escort the princess Lúthien on to her destination. If tomorrow we'll be able to communicate better -"

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And if this is a threat better not to hand it the location of one of Beleriand's last hidden cities. He nods. 

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"So we can go right now -"

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"We can go right now."

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"I'm not faster than a horse-"

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"You may share mine." 

 

 

And they head off.

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Come to think of it, Malak's been up for at least 20 or 30 hours.  They should probably sleep now.

What time is it, locally?

 

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Mid-afternoonish? Still sunny. The dog lets them go.

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Pardon. Do you have spare clothes? I lost mine. Sleeping soon. Please don't kill me. They can't outrun a horse and they can't outfight this dog, it's not like they have any other choice. Sleeping in the captivity of strangers is never pleasant though.

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