Belegond waved goodbye to the other three as they left on a separate path. He made his way down to a small alcove hidden by long winding Ivy. He could see a fire inside and a figure sitting by it, it was Arlome. Belegond looked around; there was no sign of Einen the new recruit Arlome had brought with him. He made his way over the soft grass to the hidden alcove.
"Hello Arlome, how does it go?" asked Belegond.
"Well", he smiled, "Please sit." Belegond obeyed and sat. Day was ending and the alcove was filled with the last lingering rays of sunlight. A soft breeze rattled the wooden frame and then peace. Belegond looked at the Ranger, his grey eyes were deep, mysterious. As most of the Rangers, like his father. They sat in silence for a while, and then Belegond took out his pipe and lit it.
“Pipe weed, brilliant!” said Belegond laughing.
“Indeed it is”, replied Arlome. As he said this another figure appeared. It was Belfalod. “Come join us.”
“I think I will”, and he took a seat on the other side of the small alcove. “So we have the three rangers together at last! Let us talk of our ancestors, and kin! What do you say?”
“Well I would not say no to a good talk after all of this fighting, what do you sat Arlome?” Belegond said as he looked towards Arlome.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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