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We spent a day in Duillond, and walked down by the riverside. I was happy to see him again. Ceuro said he was happy to see me. And we planned to meet again at Numenstaya, after he had completed his work in Mithlond. We would ask if we could rejoin the Lady Danel's household.
Ceuro swung from the saddle of his dark bay mount, and moved stealthily to the edge of the woodland. His sense of being observed had grown stronger since they had broken camp. Danger? A trap? He was not certain.
Turning back to his companion, he shook his head.
"I see nothing untoward, Lady Danel. But our horses are also wary." the dark haired ellon's hand hovered momentarily over his sword hilt.
It is not my place to question the decisions of my superiors, nor do I question the loyalty of Gaerion or the Lady Danel to the Lady from the Blessed Realm. The safety of Lady Danel is my main duty, but something is amiss. I see it in the eyes of the Steward, Lelyar. It may be I can aid him before I return to Imladris?
Ceuro's hands still knew their trade. Though he could not recall who had taught him the skills of a blade-smith, nor where, or when, the art was second nature to him. And others of his House had need of such skills.
It could not have been a more splendid day for a tournament.
The sun was high in the clear blue sky by the time Dolthafaer arrived in Delossad – the ruins situated in a glade not far from Imladris, pillars and walls of crumbling grey stone encircling a courtyard overgrown with wildflowers of purple and white and gold.