* Gandalf made sure to thank Bethberry profusely for her offering of bread, honeycomb, water, badger, turnips, wildberries, and spices. Bethberry could always be counted on for the very best in the way of preparing a satisfyingly earthy feast. The wizard had winced slightly at the Hedgemaiden's words about seeing shadows in the future ... admitting inwardly that he saw himself in these words. Gandalf then laughed good-humoredly at Menelduliniel's lembas ... he had half hoped and half expected that she would indeed carry that wonderfully refreshing delicate Elven food. *
* Menelduliniel had taken the First Watch, along with Moridel the Hedgemaiden. Everyone else lay sleeping, with the two horses and baby oliphaunt also settled in for the night. She heard no sign of Orc or Uruk-Hai ... but she felt something oddly out of place. A certain coldness crept near the fire, and all at once, something unseen had put the fire out. Danger hung in the air, which the Elf sensed as though a thin film of oily murk covered the stars and dimmed their shining. *
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