Tightly gripped by the two men, the Shiriff’s were carried to the picketed horses and sat one each to the front of Helios’ and Ahriman’s saddles. The men mounted hastily after them, hissing at the protesting Hobbits to keep their gobs shut. ‘Sooner we get this taken care of, the sooner we part company,’ growled Assiram as he rode past the other two and took the lead.
It would take them the better part of the night to reach the area down south where the pipeweed farms were located. They stopped once – to pull some old, hard waybread from their packs, grudgingly shared with their Hobbit companions, and take a pull from their waterskins . . .
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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