They traveled long. Finally they had made it to the Misty Mountains. In the High Pass. The weather became rainy and fog was about. It was quite eerie because it was quiet except for the pounding rain. *Trip-trop-trip-trop * Rowan was soaked and he kept shivering. Her turned around and grabbed his bag that lay on Bulëgalad’s back. He grabbed his heavy coat and put it on. He turned around and heard a scream coming just in front of him. Callo was in trouble!
Rocks began to come rolling down fast. The fog cleared for a moment. Rowan gasped. Callo was roiling down the hill. On instinct Rowan shouted.
“Callo”. There was no reply. He stared down the cliff, rain drenching him form head to toe. It blurred up his eyes. It was no use. Rowan couldn’t see him from where he stood. All he could do was hope that he was still alive.
Lostlondwen stood nearby. Rowan hurried over.
“Can you see him?” he asked anxiously. Lostlondwen peered down the cliff into the fog. Rowan waited for a reply.
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