Elleraden was glad that they were finally off; to him it had seemed that they had tarried for too long in the comfort of their camp. His horse kept close in pace with the others, moving at a quick trot down the road.
Glancing around the darkening woods suspiciously, he lifted out the bow from his pack and readied a shaft in the taunt string. Should an ambush be unleashed upon them, he would be prepared. One could never tell what would happen in Mirkwood.
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