Bregand was enjoying discussing the possible routes with the elf, Enien. As much as he has studied it was rare to get to talk over the lay of the land with an actual elf. He had overheard her speaking of being from Rivendell, a place he desperately wanted to visit before all of the elven folk journeyed to the West.
"Obviously," he continued, "the fastest road to Harad would be to take the Greenway south. It's a very straighforward path until you reach the ford of the Gwanthlo River. From there we can decide whether to stay on the South road through the Gap of Rohan or to cross the Misty Mountains. I would suggest crossing, despite the obvious danger, because there are parties of raiding orcs out of the Blue Mountains even as far east as the south road. In fact, we may even run into them before we reach the ford.
"There is a strange legend about the area around the Nin-in Eilph that..."
He was cut off by the elf, "That's quite enough for now, boy."
Bregand cut his story short, abashed. "So sorry, M'am. Look, I think the ranger and the noblewoman are returning. Did they get another horse?"
"That's not the ranger, child, now hush."
Bregand watched Enien's eyes narrow and wondered what might be coming.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: The X Phial ]
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