"Certainly, i shall give you what you need," Elwood replied. Elwood handed Baranthol a number of herbs.
The men of Rohan sat down and rested for many hours as Elwood told them tales.
Suddenly in the hours of the night a chill came over the men of Rohan and a rider cloaked in white rode into the circle of firelight.
Elwood sprang to his feet "Steel your hearts men of Rohan for there is an enemy here far beyond your power," Elwood said "Begone old man you are not welcome here."
The White Rider simply stopped and said, "Let an old man pass, for the night is cold. Surely you do not fear a traveler who is elderly and alone?"
"Is that so," Elwood said as he drew himself up to his full height. "I am no fool for I am Elwood son of Arathral of Lothlorien, prince of Doriath and to my eyes you are more than you seem." At this point all the men cowered save one Baranthol. Elwood put forth his power and the men of Rohan found him wonderful to behold, yet powerful still.
The White Rider said nothing but laughed and shook his head. To the Rohirrim it seemed that the elf was overly suspicious and should have been more kindly to the old father. He spurred his horse and rode into the dark.
"Arise Men of Rohan for the darkness has gone and light has returned," said Elwood in soft tones.
[ October 27, 2001: Message edited by: Gilthalion ]
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