"Volondil! You're awake!...errr, I mean, look Holly, he's awake." finished Birdie lamely.
"So, it seems you did not desert your friends after all, but how did you come to be here? For that matter, how did I come to be here?" The Ranger pulled himself upright, struggling against the pain in his leg and head.
No, you mustn't move yet. Your leg might start bleeding again. There was a man-trap on the trail. You, the hobbit, and the Elf fell in."
Volondil looked rather flummoxed at this. It was a source of embarrassment to him to think that he would have stumbled into such a situation. Grabbing one of the lean-to pulls, which threatened to come down on all of them, he found his feet, and swaying, struggled out of the shelter. Birdie stood on one side of him, Holly the other, hoping he would not fall.
The ranger looked over to the Elf leaning against a rock, with the woman andreth checking his arrow-wound, "Nardol? Is that you? How did you come to be in such a situation?"
Nardol looked up with a look of disgust and said but one word: "Women!"
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