[piosenniel]

Earendil Halfelven's post

He lay close to the ground, listening. The hoovebeats of a horse came closer. For two days, he had heard the sounds of a rider somewhere out there, but he had never been able to find the rider. Now the rider was coming to him.

Aravir slinked away into the deepening shadows of dusk to await the rider. As the last rays of the sun disappeared, the rider came up over the rise and into Aravir's full view. It was an Elf. The horse was at a slow trot.

He stepped out into the path and called, "Hail, Ellorwen!"

The elf recognized him and smiled while he brought his horse to a stop.

"Hail, Aravir of the Dúnedain. At last, I've found you," he said as he dismounted.

Aravir and Ellorwen shook hands in greeting. Then the elf handed Aravir a message.

"This message comes from Elrond. Aragorn is in need of his kin," the elf said.

"Aragorn!" Aravir replied as he read the message.

To all Dúnedain,
The enemy, Sauron, has arisen again. He has rebuilt his tower in Mordor, and his army makes preparations to assualt Gondor. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, is in need of his kin. All Dúnedain that receive this message shall meet near Dol Goldur to make ready to answer Aragorn's call.

Elrond

Aravir folded it back up and returned it to Ellorwen.
"I'm on my way," he said. "May the Valar give you speed on your journey, Ellorwen."

"Thank you, elf friend. May the Valar aid you and the Heir of Isildur in this time of peril." Ellorwen mounted and galloped away.

Aravir looked north towards the Grey mountains. He was in northern Mirkwood on his way into the north on a personal mission. He was going to have to postpone his journey into the Forodwaith. Aragorn needed his help. As the darkness grew deep, he turned southward towards his destiny.
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It had been two days since Aravir had received the message from Elrond. He had been traveling for two days and two nights and finally he was in sight of the meeting place. He quickened his pace.