Aerandir, pondering Phervasaion's story said,"What was the noise you heard? I was also in this area and I heard a strange noise also. I can't describe it. It was like nothing I ever heard.
You're friend, you don't know what happend to him? I found some traces of someone's camp on the way here. The spot where the person laid could've only been where a human had slept. There were some charred branches and some stains of orc blood on the grass, but there were no stain's of a man's blood.
Maybe we should keep a look-out for him when we go to Bree, or after we meet more of our companions, we could search around the area for him. Time will tell." Aerandir stroked the short whiskers growing on his chin and puffed his pipe; Thinking of how he could help.
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"God is the Lord, of angels, and of men--and of elves" -J.R.R. Tolkien
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."-Gimli
"Spiders are hideous."-Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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