Ragnarok knew not how long he stayed in the dell. His days and nights were spent asleep or finishing the pony carcass. Nimue and Roth were with him. As his strenght returned he could look clearly upon their wretched state and knew he was no better himself.
Finally the moon rose on a clear night and his nostrils picked up the scent of the hobbits faintly on the wind. He rose slowly and stiffly. He was ready to seek them out.
[ January 28, 2003: Message edited by: Auriel Haevasawen ]
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