[It isn't quite right, not quite the word she said - but it is the way he hears it at first, and it seems to him deeply inauspicious. Fuin: darkness, shadow, night. The near-certain knowledge that fuin is not what she said cannot wholly keep it from seeming to him an ill portent.]
[As much an ill portent as the description, which - innocent as it is on its face - sends another shiver of dread through him. Of old, there were such magics, and among the Elves perhaps they linger; but it is not Elvish magic that comes to mind in this misty and ruinous place of death. It is, then, a reminder of how lost he is; another thing to place him off balance.]
[He clears his throat.]
Then we are from different homes indeed, for I cannot think that such a thing would go unmentioned in all the annals of the Wise. And yet, I know not how it can be.
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[It isn't quite right, not quite the word she said - but it is the way he hears it at first, and it seems to him deeply inauspicious. Fuin: darkness, shadow, night. The near-certain knowledge that fuin is not what she said cannot wholly keep it from seeming to him an ill portent.]
[As much an ill portent as the description, which - innocent as it is on its face - sends another shiver of dread through him. Of old, there were such magics, and among the Elves perhaps they linger; but it is not Elvish magic that comes to mind in this misty and ruinous place of death. It is, then, a reminder of how lost he is; another thing to place him off balance.]
[He clears his throat.]
Then we are from different homes indeed, for I cannot think that such a thing would go unmentioned in all the annals of the Wise. And yet, I know not how it can be.