Elleraden sat, chewing a piece of cooked rabbit slowly. He was unusually quiet, which translated into frustration with himself. The ranger had seen much death over the span of his life; had watched dear friends be slain before his very eyes. But the company had already lost one member, and perhaps more to come; with a Uruk Hai force tracking them. How long could the small company go before they were destroyed?
The ranger looked out over the foreboding ridges of Emyn Muil. Elleraden wondered if their water supply would last the trip over the confusing maize of rock. They would certainly have to ration it, if nothing else.
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