If Hurin's found where the Horn is kept, then she says that's all we can do, now. He leaned over to pick up one of the wooden instrument cases, long and narrow. He had, though. The core of him floated in emptiness.
He sounded the way he always did, flippant - and bitter under it, too, of late - but he looked worried. That took everyone's attention. Web of Destiny: See ta'maral'ailen. Light, help me.
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