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Gwenlind

Autumn fires

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To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 
And still more, later flowers for the bees, 

Northtown - Ost Forod

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- Here, my kin dwelled for many ages, I feel..so strange to walk among this walls. I wish to see Annuminas, town upon Evendim. - Hiath stood as watching village among ruins, he wrapped arm around Briannons waist and kept her close as first stars appeared. 

- Then we should. We already planned to return over the Oatbarton pass, one day or two.. - Briannon looked up to Hiath - Gwenlind is safe with Fairen, she is my blood, and Fairen never betrayed my trust. So one or two days delay.. would only worry Cynric, but we can say some excuse.. -

Reunited

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It passed two weeks since their farm was burned down by brigands and Briannons nemesis Taergor, brigand chief. Hiath was taken and gone missing, and any attempt of Briannon to gather enough men to help her find her husband and father of her child was failed.

Then night came and Hiath was on doors of small room near Beggars alley, her hideout. Many wounds of flesh and heart made them fragile, but their strenght came back with sight of each other.

- Tirandir. - she gasped.

- Skylark. - he replied faintly with smile on his bruised face.

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