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Aragorn
He had continued to ride on in silence, but what was there to say? Yet mile after mile of unchanging landscape was threatening to send him to the depths of peaceful slumber. So he had looked about idly, avoiding Eilonwy's provocative gaze as far as possible. He had almost succeeded, but for once.
When it happened, he was startled beyond his own belief. There was something about her unfeigned expression that appealed to him. Perhaps, it was this unconquered spirit and yet womanly grace with which she rode the horse - she was neither domineering like Ursula, nor overtly feminine and submissive as Fantine. It was fresh, undefinable.
And so, he had risked another peek, only to fall prey to her girlish charm. Shaking these disturbing thoughts away, he began to make an effort to speak to Daniel Silverfall. But finding the young man to be almost as taciturn as himself - after all, they were but strangers - he turned quiet moments later.
The party continued on its way, led by the charismatic half-elf.
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