‘West, it is then,’ said Rhûnnaro as he mounted his horse. He looked to where the sun now stood in the sky, His brow furrowed, wondering if the girl had taken the time yet to look at what he'd thrown her.
‘Come, Boy,’ he barked at Tenzing, who fumbled at the straps to his packs as he tried to adjust them more securely to the back of his saddle. The packs fell to the ground, and precious moments were lost as Tenzing stumbled about repacking and relashing them. The other Hunters did not wait for them, but hurried on behind Ekatran.
The two fell farther behind as Rhûnnaro continued to chastise the younger man for his slowness. Tenzing winced and slackened his mount's pace even further as the barrage of the older man’s words hit him.
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‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’
– Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'
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