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The river Celduin was one of Raendin's favorite places to come during this time of the year. The sounds it made as it continued its long journey toward the sea of Rhun comforted him; they reminded him of home in the Great Greenwood. Raendin sang a song in Sindarin quietly, his voice flowing with the sounds of the water.
As he sang, Raendin thought about the various things he had been doing lately. His most recent trip had been a visit to the forests of Ithilien, which had been quiet beautiful in his eyes. Raendin loved to be in forests, with the trees and the soft calls of animals in and around them. He was happy that the War was over, and that the forests would not be disturbed again for quite some time.
Raendin finished his song. He raised his head and looked about him, searching for any sign of life. Scanning the horizon line, he noticed a thin trail of smoke rising above what appeared as a copse of trees. He stood slowly, and picked his bow up off the ground. With practiced grace, Raendin picked his way toward the smoke.
Upon reaching the copse, Raendin ducked behind a tree and watched. A tall man -- a ranger by the looks -- was sitting near the fire. Raendin observed him curiously, wondering what was going on here. As he watched, a dwarf stepped out of the trees. Raendin sighed. He slung his bow across his back and slid out into the clearing.
"I don't want to disturb you, but I'd like a little company," he said, smiling.
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