Elen again retreated to the rear of the company, green grass swaying at her feet, the mountains were to the east of her and their peaks towered above the landscape and retreated into the clouds above. The smell she was getting used to now, and she assumed everyone else was as well. She had not talked since they had left Bree, save to herself and Nimloch. . The company now headed to Fangorn, they would take the path through Rohan, at least that is what Elen had heard. She had stayed alone in Rivendell, quietly reflecting upon the disease and how it had swelled out around the area. Scouts from Rivendell had brought back ill news, all was certainly not well.
The ranger Marsilion was just in front of her, his long clocked flickered in the wind and his bright blue eyes gazed at the surrounding countryside. She decided to speak to him, she had seen him before, many a time but they had never conversed.
“My lord, Marsilion is it?” she said, he turned round surprised to see that Elen had opened her mouth. She waited for his reply, hopefully she had got his name right and not just made a fool of her self.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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