[Eorl of Rohan]

A man approached them, and laid a hand of Crystal's arm. "This is not the place to be tense." Ferethor instanly recognised him as the ranger, the silent companion of Maen. He also remembered noticing that the ranger did not sheath his sword. The ranger left, and Crystal, after a moment of distrustful pause, left.


Ferethor placed his hand upon the swordsheath lightly, taking relief in it's familiar buckskin feel - he could defend himself. 'Atharen.' He thought, remembering the name of the man. 'It would be hard to decieve the ranger - and perilous to try.'


Aelimur said, quietly under the cover of the clamorous sound of drunken men in the inn, "She doesn't believe you. I see it in her eyes." Ferethor answered, just as quietly, "I know. And this man - Atharen the ranger... Even though he hardly glance at me, he watches my every movement closely. Be wary in his presence, Aelimur. Yet in suspicion for me they exclude any thoughts of you - oft shall evil turn to it's undoing. We may suceed yet.'


Ferethor laid a hand upon Aelimur's shouldered, locking his grey and hard gaze. "For Gondor!" With that, he was gone. Aelimur wondered how Ferethor could move that swiftly.

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