The door of the White Horse creaked open. A raven haired elf entered letting in the cold air. Her green eyes scanned the room, Aranel Nowane saw many familar faces. She stood next to the door waiting for the Inn Keeper. Aranel had just arrived from Isengard still worn and torn from battle. Remembering the adventure from "Reawakened Mordor" still weighed on her heart....
[ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Morai ]
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