Nardol looked from Gandalf to Bethberry to the bag of gold resting on the ground at Poppy's feet. He shames me. He implies that those lesser than me will take this chance to right a wrong which one of my race has wrought and perchance secure some reward for their assistance. Then he thought back to Elrond's words again. For a long moment he was silent.
"Very well," he said at last. "Since this quest is the wish of Master Elrond, I will lend you my assistance." Behind him, he heard Bird groan but ignored the slight.
He accepted the cakes from Bethberry with a curt nod and laid his pack back down. Ignoring the stares of the others, he sat down and began to eat...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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