"All right, let's do that." Curufin hands the sword over. "Good luck, and don't get killed." He smiles to show this is humor, but he is serious. He wouldn't want to lose his father again.
He beckons the refugees to come with him, turns to go, and then smiles over his shoulder at his father.
Wrap! And we can both use this thread for the November challenge. XD
He beckons the refugees to come with him, turns to go, and then smiles over his shoulder at his father.