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Old 06-23-2004, 07:07 PM   #230
Mithadan
Spirit of Mist
 
Join Date: Jul 2000
Location: Tol Eressea
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Mithadan is a guest at the Prancing Pony.Mithadan is a guest at the Prancing Pony.
Mithadan thanked a young shapechanger who had brought them a skin of water and some cushions so that he and Airefalas could rest from their journey. He smiled, but watched as the young man took his place just outside the flap of the tent where he stood alongside another. Both wore short swords at their sides. Mithadan also took note that they had been placed in a tent located in the center of the encampment, so that, even if he and his first mate could evade the two guards outside the tent, they would be seen and apprehended if they sought to leave the camp.

"Weren't we just in this situation?" Mithadan asked Airefalas with a wry grin.

"A cage is a cage, whatever its name may be," responded Airefalas with a scowl. "At least our rooms at the palace were free of sand and had chairs and beds."

"Nonetheless," continued Mithadan. "I would rather be here than there right now."

"Perhaps," grumbled Airefalas. "But on the whole, I would rather be in Gondor. It is hellishly hot here."

Mithadan nodded, then approached the tent flap. A cord hung from its edge, and a peg hung from the fabric of the tent just to the side of the portal. He swung the flap open and quickly twisted the cord around the peg so that the flap remained open. The guards spun around and frowned, their hands straying to the hilts of their swords. Mithadan held up his hands, palms outwards, then fanned his face. "Hot," he said. The guards nodded, but stayed a bit closer to the tent.

"Lovely," said Airefalas. "Nothing like a hot breeze to cool a tent."

Mithadan did not answer. He was staring at a man who was passing by. An old man with a long beard and dirty robes. He had seen this man before. Several years had passed and they had only met briefly in the vale of the Anduin not far from Nindalf, the fens below Rauros... Several years and three thousand as well. He struggled to recall a name to match the aged face for a moment, then burst through the opening in the tent, to the surprise of the guards, and cried out: "Radagast!"
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