Pleased to meet you, Birdie. * Gandalf lit a convivial bowl of pipeweed after downing a second cup of invigorating lemon balm tea * Some call me Gandalf, others Mithrandir. You must be a traveller of some experience, to wander alone through the night's perils. If our paths lie in the same direction, Birdie, you are welcome to share our road. Would you like anything to eat? There's still some leftover badger stew keeping warm in the kettle over the campfire, I imagine.
As for the war steed, he may also accompany us for a time if he will, at least as far as Tharbad. * Gandalf smiled encouragement watching Naaramare reach out to befriend the horse. *
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