"I knew you would come." His voice was laced with a sense of pride.
"And how is that, I might ask?" I countered as I sat at the table for two. I wasn't going to let his words give me hope. There was no hope for me, not after all this time.
"Amarelle Datoris. No longer will you hide away from the light. You know why I came in search of you. You're not meant to hide from this. The things you have done are terrible, but not unforgivable. " His use of my birth name emphasized his seriousness and although his words were touching, I knew there had to be something more to this. I looked from the ground up to him and I scoffed when it finally dawned on me.
"What do you want from me?"
He looked serious, slightly bothered that I saw through his words. Gandalf's face grew dark and he scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on a dwarf sitting by himself across the Prancing Pony. I followed his gaze, not recognizing the dwarf. I looked back at Gandalf puzzled.
"I need you to keep him alive."