Cunningly balanced, the top lifted back to reveal a curled, golden horn nestled within a space designed to hold it. Now, why should I leave that to go be chased by Trollocs and Darkfriends? The Horn of Valere? Oh, it is a temptation, I'll admit, but no. After the maids cleared the table and left again, Verin insisted they remain together until Hurin returned. But she'll never housebreak Lan.
He felt as if he were about to explode like a firework. Coat or no coat, Rand was still only a shepherd. She could not make herself stay, and leaving made her feel a coward. It's just my imagination.
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