[piosenniel]

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Dûrvagor watched the buck make its way carefully towards the stream, its ears pricked for any sound of movement. Hearing none, it dipped its slender neck gracefully and took a drink from the stream. The ranger crept towards it, skillful as a cat, bow and arrow drawn. In a split second he stood and shot the arrow. The twang of the arrow hissed through the air stilling the surroundings.

In that instant the deer morphed into a stunningly beautiful woman with long curly black hair and a slender form. She turned quickly and caught the arrow which turned into a telescope as she held it to her eye. As the tube turned towards Dûrvagor he saw a little boy that resembled the woman before him. He had big blue eyes and dark black hair. The boy was standing barefoot on a ship deck, practicing knots. Then Ravenwyn came over and scooped him up in her arms, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Dûrvagor’s hand went to his own cheek where he suddenly felt her kiss. Then the boy faded and the scene changed.

The ship was docked at the ports at Harlond and Ravenwyn looked sad. The ranger saw a younger version of himself standing with her, saying their goodbyes. He watched solemnly as she walked up the plank onto the ship—it would be three years until he would see her again. And then they would have to decide what to do with their relationship—

The sun peaked the eastern hills, spreading its morning rays over Dûrvagor’s face. The man blinked and sat up. He had fallen asleep in front of the fire—which was now a black patch of burned log—having been too lazy to set up his tent. A group of rangers had just left to track an orc party a bit south of where they were and he had been relieved of duty for a while. He had taken the time to replenish his arrows and mend his cloak and the sole of his right boot.

The day came quickly and he was soon talking with others about things that needed to get done and spent the afternoon hunting. It was a success and he returned to the camp with a fair sized buck and four conies. He was just finishing up his hearty meal when the elf came and entered Islist’s tent. A few minutes later, Elleradan came out calling for the rangers to come hither and listen to what he had to say. His news was troubling, and Dûrvagor had hoped to stay put for a while. However, the honor of aiding Elessar was enough to make him eat his sword. All present volunteered and Islist ventured out, holding a piece of parchment, and addressed them. . .