Two days. It seemed long for some but short for Varilerin. With the hurricane of thoughts whirling in her head, the time had passed rather quickly. To her, it had only been a second after her conversation with Gandalf, and her decision to believe that Vrasari was still Ruindoldir in flesh and perhaps mind. By the time she had realised this, the day for their departure had arrived.
She woke up in darkness, the stars still veiled by Sauron’s shadow. Neither dreams nor visions haunted her the night before, only long hours of no slumber. It was strange, or foreboding to be correct. Her mind did not feed her with any thoughts of Ruindoldir nor their fate when she left her chambers. All was silence, both in her head and the city. Dawn would not come too soon, but the elleth decided to equip he
