Rand gave them a sad look, then fetched Red, standing where he had been left with his reins dangling, and went to the other side of the hollow, where Hurin had joined Loial. Again and again, now, just at the edge of vision down this side passage or that, she saw something move, too quick to make out, gone before she could turn her head to see it plainly. He had tried telling her the truth of it; she enjoyed his stories, and thought they were all lies. Loial ran his big hands along the trunk, singing, caressing with his voice as well as his fingers.
They would probably all be dead at Trollocs' hands, and a good part of Emond's Field as well, if she had not come to their village. Hooves clattered on the paving stones. All the stories said it, and he knew it for fact. Hurin sat silently, as if he not only was not listening, but was not there at all.
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