Frodo had lost Elrond, he had forgotten how swiftly and silently elves can move when they wish. He looked back at the others calling him, then strolled back. "What? Is something wrong?"
Elrond had a strange feeling something was amiss, he just was not sure what. He had a strange feeling that Sam had more than just wandered off, perhaps he had been taken, But why? And by whom?
Maggie and Isildae were back inside, helping the besodden Cromthal woth the broken pitcher.
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