Finally, we are on our way, thought Arlómë to himself. He was riding his black steed named Thalion, which meant "strong" in elvish. Arlómë was going to leave Thalion in the caring of the innkeeper at the Green Dragon since dwarves were on this journey, but since they were going to ride, Thalion would come along.
Arlómë rode at the back of the company, so he would have a better position to observe the goings on in the company. He had noticed that the dwarf, Hogar, had been dropping in and out of the group. That was who deserved Arlómë's attention,but being such a small dwarf, there had to be someone helping him or telling him what to do. As Arlómë smoked his pipe and rode Thalion, he could think of no better spot than the back of the company.
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In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.
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