* With the full moon as a reading lamp, the ranger known as Agluchel finished reading Gandalf's note and nodded to himself. The meeting would take place at 10:00 in the morning by Shire reckoning, at a secure cabin on the outskirts of Sarn Ford, far enough off the main road to afford sufficient privacy. *
* Agluchel opened his satchel. His hand muscles tensed in surprise as a bug flittered across his fingers. But what really made the ranger groan in dismay was the discovery that the letter he'd been entrusted with to give to Gandalf was now in tatters. A sharp pinch ... something had bitten Agluchel! The satchel fell to the ground. Shredded parchment tumbled out. *
"Oh no ..." sighed Agluchel aloud, "Elrond's letter to Galadriel. Totally destroyed." [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img]
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