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This place was tainted. By death, by the dark... by something… unseen, monstrous, something that trailed raw evil. But he couldn’t say so; the others followed Gandalf’s lead and so must he. Legolas shuddered, caves were one thing... his own father’s palace held deep tunnel-workings, but this... There was Dark here that couldn’t be relieved by torches. He felt the very earth bearing down, crushing him, holding him tight, never to see the light, the stars, the...
A hand touched his, a gruff voice spoke,
“Place a hand on my shoulder Master Elf; I know my way through the dark.”
Title: A Way Through the Dark II
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This place was tainted. All the tales said an evil enchantress dwelt here, a creature who’d ensnare your thoughts, your desires, your very being... He had resisted stoutly, ‘who were they to say he must walk blindfolded and disarmed like some criminal?’ Only when the others agreed had he reluctantly allowed them to place him in the dark.
His eyes were tightly bound, all his senses on edge, these spaces were too open, the smells too varied, the ground underfoot treacherous...
A soft voice spoke,
“Place a hand on my belt Master Dwarf; I’ll lead your way through the dark.”