[Arvedui III]

Rangar stood up. The footsteps were getting louder, and he was getting more nervous. Finally, he decided he could wait no more. He couldn't see what the others were doing, but all of them seemed to be waiting as well. "Hello" He called. "Hello."Answered another voice. "Friend or foe?" The voice added, cautiously. "Friend!" Cried Rangar at once, relief surging through him "Turthol?" "What?" Suddenly all that relief was sucked out again. "Your name, sir."Called Rangar hesitantly. Least, he thought it was a sir. The voice was getting closer now. "My name?" Answered the voice in a sort of bemused way. "Well, it's not Turthol. That's for sure, where are you, and business have you on the downs?" Suddenly both Enien and Tareth were beside him, and they both whispered, "Don't answer" with one voice. Rangar thought for second. "I'm waiting for," What? Think, think. "For my brother to catch up with me." He called, struck by a random inspiration. "Really?" Called the voice. "Brothers are slow, aren't they." "Um yes, sure. Um, why are you here?"Said Rangar, awed by his good luck.

"Well, I won't bother you, but stay on the lookout. There is a band of men, very dangerous men mind you, lead by a fellow named ‘Rangar'. I'm looking for them." Suddenly, Rangar became mute, stunned. Then someone, Enien probably, kicked him in the leg. "Sure" He called hoarsely, but as if it was a natural reaction. "We'll stay alert. Be careful on the downs in this fog." "Thank you, I will." Called the voice and slowly, all too slowly, the footsteps faded out of hearing.
About two hours later, the scouting party returned saying they had found the road. "Great." Said Rangar shakily. "Let's get on it." The group, now lead by Turthol, made their was out of foggy downs that night. And all the time, Rangar thought. Why would someone be looking for me?