Eärendur laughed at his feathered companion's antics, and unwrapped another piece of waybread. "Well done, Camlost. You have held up remarkably well to our interrogation."
Camlost flipped back over, and hopping across the stable floor on his one leg, retrieved the proffered lembas with a delicate beak.
The bird fixed a jaundiced eye on a scrawny stable cat who appeared out of the straw, but the poor beast only wanted a share of the wonderful food it smelled. The Ranger offered a piece to the cat, and sat thinking while he scratched its ears absent-mindedly.
“I must find Gandalf. I fear a connection between Carn Dûn and Dol Guldur, as I suspect the Wizard does as well. I hope we will not be facing a war on two fronts.”
“As for these Messengers: you say that they were to set out on Midyear Day, Perry. That means they cannot be far on their road, and knowing most hobbits, may have a tendency to dally.” Perry gave an affronted look at the Ranger “I said ‘most Hobbits’, friend”, Eärendur said with an apologetic smile. “I know not how you feel about this mission to bring the your scattered people into the fold of Eriador, but my own heart tells me that it would be for the best. I can only see their troubles increasing as the Necromancer and The Witch King gain strength, though they have a powerful ally in Gandalf. And the Dunedain will do what they can.”
“Camlost: should you see any of these messengers in your travels, let me or Perry know of it. It may be we will want to contact them, or offer some help to them. Perry, I assume you will be traveling towards the Narrows to find out about these Stoors, and what could have driven them into Mirkwood.”
Eärendur could see his friend was troubled. “Come, Perry. You have said little about your thoughts about these ‘Messengers‘. I would like to hear your opinion.”
[ September 12, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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