It was a pretty uneventful journey north for Mornovarion. Whenever something came out of the shadows to threaten him, it would pause and as if reconsidering backed off. Mornvarion coudn't understand it, he was an easy target. All the enemy had given him to protect himself with was an Orcish knife, admittedly it was a very good blade. One side had a serated blade and the other was sharp and pointed. But that wouldn't beenough to scare away the monstorous beasts in this forest. Another thing that bothered him was the bat that seemed to follow him, wherever he went...
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A Elbereth Githoniel silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-diriel o galadhremmin ennorath,
Faunilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!
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