[Frodo Baggins]

Frodo turned a shade or two paler, and nodded thoughtfully, and was silent for a few moments.

Maggie, Isildae, and Cromthal came trotting up to the rest.

"What is going on?" Isildae asked a bit breathlessly. Primrose filled them in. Then she eyed Cromthal's wet shoes.
"What happened to you?"

"I'm a clumsy fool, Primrose." he answered simply. Then Frodo spoke.

"Depending on the number and size of the orcs, or wahtever it is we are deling with, I'm not too sure one elf and one hobbit are enought to deal with them."

"You say we should follow, wherever they have gone, then?" the words had barely left Maggie's mouth when Elrond reappeared.

"I have a sttange feeling about this, none of us should be separated. I think I have an idea where they have gone, and I'm sure I could pick up their trail, are you coming or not?"

"Excuse me." Frodo began "I was saying that An elf and a hobbit would be no used against orcs, but all of us unarmed, besides Prim, would still be of little avail."

Cromthal coughed to get everyone's attention and then smirked and looked in Isildae's direcion "Isildae?" he said.

Isildae pulled a roll of canvas from behind him saying "The day when I snatched the king's sword in Rohan were not totally without profit." He opened the canvas to reveal the weapons everyone had left behind.

Elimmire, the Gondolin-made sword of Elrond with the white gem in the hilt. Sting, Frodo's famed sword. Luinil, Maggie's short sword with the ornately carved silver hilt. Isildae snatched up his rather large sized dagger, and Cromthal gathered up Caladbolg, his great broadsword with the bejeweled hilt and his yew bow and quiver, winking at Primrose as he did so.