Narin approached the forest with caution. He was normally a lonely person, prefering his own company to the blatant annoyance from others. But today, he was very happy to have made friends with Loni and have him by his side.
The forest was dark, and the trees seemed to proclaim silent ownership over the area, instead of being part of the landscape. Narin thought about tales, both true and false, of the forest of Mirkwood, and his hand went unconciously to one of his axes.
Behind him, he heard Balin call after them to warn them to only take dead wood. They waved to show that they heard.
"Wouldn't take a twig off of one of these trees anyway." said Narin to Loni.
The canopy above them loomed menacingly as they quickly gathered dry wood. Narin peered ahead deeper into the forest, and could not see more than ten meters; the trees were clustered so thick. When they had sufficient wood, the pair hurried back to camp, glancing back at the path they would soon tread.
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