Gurthden looked up suddenly, and by the look in his eyes it was obvious that he had an idea.
"Its not going to work. Theres no way in hell that we can catch up to those Dunelings without horses, no matter what shortcut we take. We have to use our heads. We can trick them, Dunelings are not at all smart." Turning to Elwood, he continued.
"You said that the boy Kalohern's horse had escaped the wargs?" Elwood nodded in assent.
"Ok. My plan is simple. We have someone ride the boys horse to the Dunelings camp with a forged note from Saruman, with orders to turn back. I think it will have to be Arienia, as all of us are known to the Dunelings. It should stall the dunelings long enough for us to sneak ahead of them. Now I know how dangerous this is, but we are desperate. Does anyone have a better idea?"
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But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say,
for into darkness fell his star,
in Mordor where the shadows are.
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