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"You really think you're fine?" Gimli raises an eyebrow.

"Yes." I splash water on my face. 

"You don't feel the Eye of Sauron, do you?" He asks.

I turn to him in surprise.

"I've been around for a while. I know what the air should feel like." He says.

I nod.

"Is that what's been bothering you?" He asks.

"A bit." I admit.

"Well... the way I see it, it's a good thing." He says.

"A good thing?" I raise an eyebrow.

He walks closer to me.

"It means we're in the eye of the storm." He says.

I raise an eyebrow.

"The shadow's have cracked and the light comes in." He says.

"I'm surprised that makes sense." I say.

Gimli scoffs. I exit the lake. I sit down on the cold stone. I find it relaxing. I lay my back against the stone. I look up at the stars. The light of the star still shines bright. Even with the massive shadow covers all, the starts still shine. I hope they shine forever.

"How are you not cold?" Gimli asks.

"The shadow has been surrounding the cold. You should be used to it." I say.

"I'm just getting used to this water." He huffs.

"We should all get used to the cold. I fear the cold is coming once again." I sigh.

Gimli gets out of the water. He sits beside me. I look down at him. 

"Then we'll face it together." He huffs.

I nod. 

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