Hedgemaiden ... I don't suppose you've brought a sword of Westernesse? I've a sword just bought the other day at a dusty pawn shop in Bree. Sturdy enough blade, but its runes so worn as to pose a mystery.
* Seeing that the shaken Menelduliniel was for the moment safe in the capable hands of Bethberry, the wrinkles in Gandalf's face relaxed a little. Not letting his guard down however nor forgetting the wraith for a moment, he carried the firewood-torch back to relight the campfire. In the reestablished flickering orange glow, he was now able to see where he'd put that second-hand sword. A wonder no one had tripped over it. Picking it up, Gandalf now carried the weapon in one hand and his staff in the other. *
* Seeing the black horse from Mordor grazing peacefully and looking on, Gandalf lowered his sword and approached the animal with a non-threatening stride, speaking low and gentle words. *
* Meanwhile, at the back of his mind, Gandalf could swear that he'd heard the voice of an Entwife in between wraith shrieks a few moments ago. His old friend Treebeard would certainly be glad to hear the news that the forlorn search of the Ents for their missing Entwives might soon end in a joyous reunion. *
[ June 21, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]
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