Chapter 39
Silence fell over the clearing as every living thing in the Darkwood waited, unmoving, to see if their Galadhir was lost forever.
I clung to my beloved’s hand, hope and anguish tangling in my heart.
Then Thorne’s eyelids fluttered. He pulled in a wavering breath and, finally, opened his eyes. For a moment he lay there, blinking, as if amazed to be alive. The White Hart lifted its head, gently touched its nose to his, then bounded away in a single quicksilver leap, back into the forest.
The hobnies, grumbling and swearing, likewise scurried off, as if shy about their part in bringing the Galadhir home. All except Cancrach, who gave me a beady glare.
“Nearly didn’t save him, no thanks to you clumsy curds. Our debt is now done.” Tossing his beard over his shoulder, he followed
