Marsilion gazed around the forest cautiously. He'd never been in Fangorn before, though he'd travelled past it on a number of occasions. The air in the wood was still, and somehow heavy. Sounds were muffled, and Marsilion felt as if he was shouting every time he spoke.
When Anson suggested splitting up Marsilion nodded. The ranger looked around him, the forest was vast, empty. The group of them could look for weeks and not find that flower.
As they split up Marsilion cast a look at Anduneriel and loosened his sword in his scabbard. She raised a cautionary hand and said in a low voice, "Don't threaten the trees." Marsilion's face was grim. Forests he was used to, but this was uncomfortable. He scanned the ground for flowers with every step, the sooner they were out of this place the better, as far as he was concerned.
Anduneriel took the front, with Peony and Ferri in the middle. Marsilion and Elen took the rear. Their eyes watched all around, and for a while, nobody spoke.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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