Veiling of the Sun: 22. A Nightmare Within  Reader Toolbox   Log
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Echoing down the hall. Growing louder and louder. People were
coming.  Aragorn opened his eyes. He leaned up from the wall of
the cell and peered into the darkness, not believing his ears.
For days they had been shunned from attention aside from the
guards assigned to stand post in the dungeon and the occasional
servants bringing their meals. Wary excitement sliced through
the blanket of sleep, and he rose.  Haldir turned to him. He had
hardly noticed the tall Elf standing beside the jail door in the
poor light. "Something is horribly wrong," the Lórien archer
breathed quietly, meeting his gaze. Long arms were folded over
his chest. Calmly he looked again out into the darkened hall. "A
shadow has fallen over Minas Tirith."  Confusion tickled Aragorn
as he stepped closer, coming to rest beside the Elf. The snoring
of the Hobbits seemed unbearably loud, but even it could not
drown out t