Marsilion was awake early. He'd had a restless night as thoughts of the coming journey filled his head. He counted off lists of supplies, and tried as hard as he could to remember if he'd heard anything about this plant called Ainereg before. He hadn't. Finally, frustrated with the failed attempt to sleep he dressed and made his way back to the common room.
At a table near the bar one of the elves of Rivendell was sitting. Marsilion recognized him as Gondolin, who was to accompany them on the journey. The ranger walked over to the table and sat. "Good morning." he said to the blond elf. "We didn't get to meet last night. I am Marsilion of the Dunedain."
"I am Gondolin, of Rivendell." He answered. Marsilion smiled a thin tight smile at the elf before asking, "What do you know of this flower we seek, this Ainereg?"
Gondolin thought for a moment before answering. "I know little, I have never seen this flower, although like Aduneriel I have heard of it in tales."
Marsilion nodded, "I have travelled in Fangorn before." he stated. "We must find this flower, Gondolin, if we do not..." He raised his eyebrows.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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