Silence. Angelnarth could find but one word to describe his passage through the depths. Footsteps through the relinquished halls. A faint smile to his companion every time he turned to watch her relentless face, make sure she is well and still on track. It has been two days, walking from one lantern to the next. Two days of listening to nothing but their careful footsteps and steady breathing. Through forgotten bridges, abandoned cities and staircases.
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Durin's Threshold
