Hanging

Gilsel lay on the bed beside him, on him in part, and he hugged her tightly against his side. Since she had taken the habit of sleeping with him, and furthermore since they got married, he was finally able to sleep peacefully. That night, though, her soothing presence was not enough to dismiss a feeling of uneasiness, but he blamed that on the fact that it was one of the last nights they were going to spend in Bree-Land. For the next two weeks, at least.

The dull light barely pinched through the brown sack, the only view she had since the night before. A firm hand guided her restrained wrists up a slope, of manmade road in stone, that much she could tell.

She heard the sound of white water, rushing beside them. She was tired and confused, the long walk here had already worn her down considerably.
The heat from the sun on the sack had her head cooking, with no fresh air to breathe, just the same,damp,poor air with just enough draft of ventilation that she needed not to pass out.