Rinurion sat under a great mallorn tree, a rare sight in these parts. He was taking a break from the prisoner's trial, and was pondering on what had passed in the last few days, and what was yet to come.
I can feel that we will soon be departing Thranduil's halls he thought silently as the wind whistled around him. I can feel the excitement of the journey in my bones, but my head is filled with forboding. But I have dwelt too long in security. I thrive on crisis. This is what I live for, I cannot turn down this opportunity.
His mind made up, he picked himself up and turned around, only to find the elven girl he had seen earlier strolling past. She shot him a venomous look and and hastily made her way away from the mallorn, but was caught by Rinurion.
"Look, I am sorry for what I said earlier. I did not mean it as an offensive statement, but I should have thought before I spoke. I should not have judged you because of your age, especially due to the your excellent arrows. As I remember, you wanted to know somthing of the prisoners?"
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But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say,
for into darkness fell his star,
in Mordor where the shadows are.
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