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– in the White Mountains.  The spear balanced beautifully.
Elfwine had taken a long time making it, first shaving the ash
stave smooth and straight, before fixing his knife to the end
with the fibres stripped from some pine bark. It had taken him a
couple of days, but was worth the effort, the ash being light
enough for him to heft but with sufficient weight to let it run
true.  'You haven't put a stop on it?'Eldarion looked across
from where he had squatted next to the fire; his eyes glinted, a
challenge lurking in their depths. All his newly made arrows
were lined up, the sharpened points poking into the hot ashes to
char them hard.  Elfwine hesitated, reluctant to shut the door
on something he would love to do, but sense prevailed as he
guessed that Eldarion was intent on provoking him again.
Something he did at every opportunity. 'No, we promised Déor we
wouldn't go for the boar,