* Gandalf looked up from his position bent down fastening Volondil's sledge to Mornen with rope and leather, to smile at both the injured Ranger Volondil, and the young Ranger Alearindu. Though Alearindu had still needed to change Mornen's leg wraps this morning, the horse was in good shape. Gandalf had considered having Midnight either bear Volondil or pull the sledge, but the black horse carried a wary gleam in its eyes after hearing the echoing ghostly wail. *
Thank you for your helpfulness, Alearindu, in scouting out the road ahead. We've enough surprises in store for us at Laurëondo, and 'twould benefit the castle inhabitants nothing if we became ghosts ourselves along the way.
* Giving Mornen a final pat and word to take the road cautiously and slow, the wizard took up his staff and stood alongside Andreth. * Come now, all whom destiny calls to this journey.
* Those who would, took to the appointed path. Gandalf looked at Andreth appraisingly. * Your people, you say?
[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]
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