Gondolin had risen early, as usual. Having a light breakfast, be chatted amiably with several elves that had come in from scouting the night before. "Ah, Fangorn; so your heading south?"
"Aye, as soon as our hobbit leader gives the word." The others chuckled that a hobbit was leading Gondolin, but they all had great respect for the race of haflings.
That morning the group set out, bound south. Gondolin said goodbye to the lead elf, telling him that he would gather as much information as he could from down south. But there was a deep foreboding in the pit of his stomach. The elf had a feeling that all was not well in Rohan.
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