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Old 09-11-2002, 11:27 PM   #72
Birdland
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Join Date: Dec 2001
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Eärendur’s eyes widened in alarm at Perry’s suggestion that he and his apprentice stay at the inn. “I’m sorry, my good friend, but the “Broken Dragon” is no place for you tonight, or for many nights to come. In fact, I fear we have sat far too long here in the stable. We were lucky not to be interrupted.”

“The ancient smial where the Harfoot family was staying would have been very suitable, but I fear the Men of Old Ford have destroyed it with their digging, and the site will be abandoned for many years to come, as the story of what happened there spread throughout your people.”

“So I suggest you and Arrow make Nature your bed until you have moved into more friendly territory in Mirkwood. As for myself, I think I will move on tonight. It’s important that I speak to Gandalf as soon as possible.”

Eärendur knelt and grasped Perry by the hand. “My good friend, I know you have your reasons for mistrusting these Messengers and the way of life they seek to bring your people. But they are not the Enemy! A time is coming when Middle Earth will be a much more dangerous place for all people, not just Halflings. Your people trust you Perry, and will listen to your opinion. Consider well what advise you will offer them.“

The Ranger rose and went to the stall to lead out his shaggy, dun-colored gelding, Erne. Checking him once more to see if he was fit for the road, he then turned to fetch his saddle. “Camlost,“ he said, as he carefully tightened the girth and offered the horse the bridle. "I leave you to your own devices. I ask only that you be our eyes and ears in your wanderings, and bring Perry or I any news of trouble amongst the Halflings. And keep an eye out for those Messengers. “

Eärendur doused the stable lantern and led Erne quietly out to the empty inn yard. It was long past midnight, and the town of Old Ford slept peacefully. Mounting the horse, the Ranger looked down at the young Fallohide lass. “Arrow, you have been chosen by a worthy teacher. Mind him well, and you will fly true. Though I fear you will have little need of hair ribbons where he will lead you.” Then he raised his hand in farewell and rode away.

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