The events had happened so fast that even Erendal could hardly recollect how he suddenly had a band of haflings following him through the Old Forest. Surprisingly, the usually cold and solitary ranger nearly enjoyed the hobbits' company. It was a nice retreat from the hollow lonliness he endured daily. However, when they suggested splitting up, the ranger was slightly pleased.
"Certainly not, young hobbits. The woods are dangerous, and it is too easy to get lost. As for food, we are not far from my dwelling. A hot meal will do you good, by the looks of you."
Several hours later, near dusk, the group arrived at his shack. The ranger ushered them inside, looking around the darkening woods suspiciously. He shut the door behind them, started a fire and aquired help from the hobbits the fix a stew; slicing vegetables and fresh meat. Soon, the odd gathering sat around the fire, sipping the hot broth of their invention.
[ July 04, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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