[Burzdol]

Hogar and Serello came back to the camp with fire wood. A dispaired group was all to be found. The elf, Burzdol, had been laying on the ground, surrounded by the party.

"What happened?" Hogar asked a dwarf on the outskirts of the huddle.

"Our friend here took two blows. He's been out for awhile. No one knows if he'll make it at all. If not, we are going to take him to Mirkwood and bury him. To me I don't know what'll happen."

Hogar wiped tears from Serello's eyes as he loaded him in the wagon. "Sit on the edge now, so we can fit in the elf." Bali and a few others lifted Burzdol into the wagon, although he was still unconcious. Hogar sat near Serello to comfot him.

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Burzdol woke with a wet cloth on his forehead. Bali was sitting over him, mending his wounds.

"Hey your awake. You okay?" he asked as the elf looked up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where am I?"

"We're leaving now from Weathertop. And right now you're in the wagon. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Oh, that's why I feel motion sick."

"Are you going to do what I think? And if you are, please lean over the side."

"No, no. I was just joking." he said laughing, "Though, I do have some questions for you. Where's my sword, bow, and knives? And where's my horse?" he asked, raising his head to look. The elf quickly sat back down with pain.

"Ani Dao tied him up along the side of the wagon. And your weapons are in the front."

"Oh, and thanks....." his voice trailed off into a peacful slumber.