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Gandalf
The thundering of his horse's hooves upon hard earth, the bunching of strong muscles under his legs, the wind through his long grey hair and beard, should have soothed him. Out and alone in the wilds, racing across the plains of Rohan, he should have known peace. But dreams of that golden-haired wild child haunted his nights, and memories of dreams dogged his footsteps in daylight. He knew she was near death. A day, maybe two and she would be beyond his aid.
"Noro lim, Aforgwai! Noro lim!"
As the pounding of hooves echoed in his head, he trained his eyes to the far off emerald shadow of Fangorn Forest. He knew that the child waited for him there, and that he had less than days to get to her side, or she would be lost to them all forever.
Deorwyn
The tree man had disappeared, and she didn't know where he'd gone. That made her sad. When the tree man sang, she could breathe better, and her throat didn't hurt as much. She felt warmer, and even the grass felt softer.
Suddenly, she couldn't breathe for coughing, and she tried to get the icky wet stuff out of her chest and out of her mouth, but it didn't go. She could hardly breathe around and through it. She sniffled, and hugged Beornulf to her chest.
"I think I'm going to die, Beornulf," she whispered raggedly to him, and kissed his little wooden head. "I don't feel good. I'm really sick, and we know what happens when you get really sick, don't we? That's what happened to Eowine, remember? He got really sick and died, and Eothain was sad. I hope Eothain isn't sad when I die. I miss Eothain. And Mama and Papa… Delwyn… Gleowine. And the tree man. He's nice. You better be good when I'm dead, Beornulf. The tree man can't afford to be minding you all the time. My feet hurt…." She fell asleep, unable to hold her eyes open any longer.
Treebeard opened his eyes, and stared at the tiny figure on his great, big bed. She hadn't recognized him since he'd been holding still, his eyes shut. He looked a tree to her innocent eyes.
Did the little one truly believe she would die?
The Ent felt his heart breaking, and wondered absently when he had become so hasty, that so few days had passed before he had lost his heart to this innocent, shivering, dying thing.
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