“<b>This is better,” Pegawen murmured and buried her face in Lotharn's chest. Come tomorrow, they'd be leaving. The closer the drew to Morgan, the more he'd send after them to thwart them – and to retrieve the stone that Lotharn possessed. <br/>
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And if Morgan managed to get a hold of the stone, and its holder … <br/>
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She hugged him and listened to the sound of his heart beating. She couldn't think that. They'd just be more careful in guarding each other. The near loss of Allassiel still stung, they'd been fortunate. She was sure that Morgan wouldn't allow a chance like that to slip through his fingers.</b><br/><br/><b>And Rakothûrz wouldn't make that mistake again either.</b><br/><br/><b>To calm herself, she hummed a tune taught to every Galadhrim when they were young. It was part lullaby, part chronicle of the compassion and strength of Varda and Manwe. By the end of the song, she had relaxed once more.</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Allassiel stuck her head into the room, after Thorgan, seeing that the others rested. So, when Thorgan pulled her away and to his own rooms, she didn't argue. They all needed the rest, him most of all. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>You don't have to sleep on the floor,” she protested, as he offered her his bed. She could tell, though, that he was adamant about letting her have the bed and she was feeling worn out still. Unwilling to argue, she smiled at him. “Hannon le,” she murmured. “Thank you,” before pulling off her slippers and undoing her robe enough that she'd be comfortable. “Dream well.”</b>