"I am Moridel, of the Dunedain. I seek only to protect Eriador," she said, taut lines appearing around her eyes. "This has been my pride and duty for many a long year, while evil creatures wax and our numbers wane. My life is one of many deeds and thoughts, yet little hope. Unless there is a way I do not see, Sauron's probing fingers shall find their way around the necks of the Dunedain ere long." Moridel's eyes narrowed, though her gaze held steady and she flinched not from this conviction, for it had lulled her to sleep each night and flavoured her every meal before many were aware of Sauron's might.
"But that is neither here nor there... I would know why there is such a gathering of Elves here, and whether their mission is also your own, if you are at leisure to share such with me. The life of the Fair Folk is a pleasant one; I have spent many sweet hours in their halls. Were I one, I think I should have little desire to leave those halls, though Eriador and her folk are dear indeed to me."
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