There's something in the air that has Canien ill at ease even as she rides with her father's men to the land of Doriath. Something bad is about to happen, and the same something urges her to leave.
But she waits, thinking hard about what to do. When they make camp, she goes to Caranthir's tent, ostensibly to give a report. They've done a fair job at keeping the truth from everyone about who she belongs to.
She's tempted to throw it to the wind now, beg him to leave with her. But she knows he won't. Instead, she waits until they are alone with the tent flap down, giving them as much privacy as any camp can give. Then goes to her father and leans against him.
"It is time." There are many, many things she could say. This seems the safest. She trusts him to understand. But there is anger and pain touching her voice, along with frustration that she can't help now.
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But she waits, thinking hard about what to do. When they make camp, she goes to Caranthir's tent, ostensibly to give a report. They've done a fair job at keeping the truth from everyone about who she belongs to.
She's tempted to throw it to the wind now, beg him to leave with her. But she knows he won't. Instead, she waits until they are alone with the tent flap down, giving them as much privacy as any camp can give. Then goes to her father and leans against him.
"It is time." There are many, many things she could say. This seems the safest. She trusts him to understand. But there is anger and pain touching her voice, along with frustration that she can't help now.