Derakis was lost in thought. It had been a long road from Gondor, and dangerous, even in these "peaceful" times. Orcs and evil Men will still abroad though slightly less active then they were during and before the War. How long had it been since he had seen Minas Tirith? A year? More?
Coming out of his revere he noticed one of the hobbit girls was taking orders from a group near him. He caught her eye as she looked in his direction. "Just some milk, and some bread, please."
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The Road goes ever on and on...
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