Gondolin was downstairs early. He could not sleep. He was haunted by the images he had seen on his journey to Bree, and had agreed immediately to join the company in the trip south to find the flowers.
Ainereg. He had never heard of them before, and was intrigued by the possibility of a new breed which he had not yet seen. Ordering a light meal at the bar, he awaited the arrival of his companions.
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