Falowik and Uien
Falowik swayed on Kirsúl, their stallion, but Uien held him firm. She road behind him. Kirsúl would not let him fall at any rate, not unless he really wanted to. He didn't.
"I am very tired, Uien. Are you sure we cannot rest?"
It was the deep of night and they cantered westward on the East Road.
"Nay, I have it from Elves who are there that tomorrow is the day. I would not miss it."
"From miles away?"
"'Tis the way of the art."
"Onward then. I am glad I do not share this osanwë you speak of. I would never get any rest!"
"Surely not the kind you need, my love." Uien laughed lightly. "Rest, Laurëatan. Kirsúl and I will make sure you do not fall."
On they road beneath the glittering stars, westward to the Green Dragon Inn.
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