I had dreams over night of calamities befalling Nonin-gal-dith. Horrible scenes of slaughter and fire and voices crying out in the darkness.
The night for Dunfallon and Rumble was also filled with disturbing visions.
Before we set out again one glance between the pixie and me caused him to speak up. He said he meant what he said back in the dwarf stronghold – no matter how much he wanted to be back with them – he promises to see us through the crisis.
I was relieved. And ashamed that I had ever doubted him. For his heart is as true as Rumble’s and mine.
And yet each of us is being sorely tried with thoughts of home continuing throughout the day. Made all the harder by the silence in the very air around us.