15. Appointed rounds
They had lost their transport at the Ford of Bruinen. Did the Elves think that would stop them? Did they think they were now helpless? No! Nothing would stop them from their appointed rounds.
They helped each other out of the icy, enchanted waters. Wringing water from their clothes, they sat on the river's edge. Some slumped in discouragement; others held their heads low.
They knew what He would say to them… "You are ten wicked walkers, losing those gifts, and you are no longer in my employ. I will find others to deliver the presents!" Santa said. "You're fired!"
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