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piosenniel · 12-06-2003, 01:21 PM

It was two riders who had made the camp. The tracks of two horses and two people were prominent in the soft dirt about the small fire ring. The signs were not fresh her companions and she had concluded that whoever had picked up the two horses - they were at least two days ahead of Tanroth’s group.

Arilewen and Solondil were all for stopping, wanting to make camp themselves. They were nearly half-way to Michel Delving and the horses were flagging at the length of the journey they had made that day through the low, rolling hills of the western Shire. Erkaliel spoke up on the side of pushing on a little further. It was still light out, and even if they slackened their pace to accommodate the horses, it would still bring them all the nearer the road that would lead them west to the Havens.

While the decision to stay or go was being discussed, Erkaliel thought back on the ride through the southern part of this section of the Shire. Several of the Little Folk had been moving their small herds of goats to greener pasturing as they passed, and they raised their heads curiously and then in wonder as the Elven company passed. Erkaliel had waved at one of the young lads who stood with the older Hobbit she took to be his father. The little one had ventured a small wave as she passed, and she had grinned back at him and waved also. ‘I should have come here before these last days,’ she admonished herself. ‘They are a friendly folk, if I have the right of it from these two. No Shadow has passed over them . . . yet.’ She looked to the West, making a small plea that these good folk would be spared the horrors that would come if Sauron and his minions prevailed

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12-06-2003, 01:21 PM	#82
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It was two riders who had made the camp. The tracks of two horses and two people were prominent in the soft dirt about the small fire ring. The signs were not fresh her companions and she had concluded that whoever had picked up the two horses - they were at least two days ahead of Tanroth’s group. Arilewen and Solondil were all for stopping, wanting to make camp themselves. They were nearly half-way to Michel Delving and the horses were flagging at the length of the journey they had made that day through the low, rolling hills of the western Shire. Erkaliel spoke up on the side of pushing on a little further. It was still light out, and even if they slackened their pace to accommodate the horses, it would still bring them all the nearer the road that would lead them west to the Havens. While the decision to stay or go was being discussed, Erkaliel thought back on the ride through the southern part of this section of the Shire. Several of the Little Folk had been moving their small herds of goats to greener pasturing as they passed, and they raised their heads curiously and then in wonder as the Elven company passed. Erkaliel had waved at one of the young lads who stood with the older Hobbit she took to be his father. The little one had ventured a small wave as she passed, and she had grinned back at him and waved also. ‘I should have come here before these last days,’ she admonished herself. ‘They are a friendly folk, if I have the right of it from these two. No Shadow has passed over them . . . yet.’ She looked to the West, making a small plea that these good folk would be spared the horrors that would come if Sauron and his minions prevailed <font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:45 PM December 08, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.