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Earendil Halfelven · 05-01-2003, 10:23 PM

Turthôl sat away from the rest of the company. He had a small fire going also. They were barely outside of Bree and they were already setting camp for the night. Wren was setting up some kind of tent.
Is she really bringing that with her? he thought. They didn't need it, but if it was hers than she could carry it if she wanted. And, there might be some use for it in the future.

When he and Wren had finally arrived at the company, he had gone directly to Rangar while Wren distributed the food rations and medical supplies they had bought.

The two men had discussed which route they should take. Turthôl wanted to head directly south: Take the Greenway south through the South Downs and cross the Greyflood at Tharbad. In Tharbad, they could replenish what they needed, and then follow the North-South Road into the Gap of Rohan and to Edoras. Then, they would continue following the road along the northern edge of the mountains straight to Minas Tirith. From there, they could cross the Anduin River at Osgiliath and take the Harad road into South Ithilien and finally into Harad. The journey wasn't without its dangers, for those who were seeking adventure. There were many bands of orcs still roaming the mountains of northern Gondor. They were rogue groups without a leader. They would have to cross wearily. The Harad road followed the mountains that bordered Mordor, and what foul creatures that had vacated those mountains recently, Turthôl didn't want to imagine.

Rangar had mentioned that others in the group wanted to head towards Rivendell, as a safety measure. That would be nice, he thought, but it would take entirely too long. Imladris was out of their way. Whatever way was decided, Turthôl decided that he would follow Rangar no matter where.
He was also pleased that another Elf had joined their company. Maybe this one had brains in him. Hopefully, he wasn't arrogant like that Enien was. Oh well, Enien had her reasons for being arrogant, just as Turthôl had his for being distrustful of the others.

He didn't know where Rangar was now, at the moment. He probably went to meet their newest member.

Turthôl stared into the fire as he fingered his fife. This fife had brought great comfort to him when he had been alone in the forest. He felt like playing it, but the talk of the others distracted him. He looked at it. It was a fife of fine craftsmenship. It had engravings on it, those of the Dúnedain. It was a deep mahogony color, mixed in with a twinge of green, like the trees. Suddenly, he thought of the woods of Lothlorien. He had been there once, 10 years ago. It was probably abandoned now.

As everyone settled in for the nights rest, Turthôl continued staring into the fire, with fleeting memories of the past going through his mind.

05-01-2003, 10:23 PM	#42
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	Turthôl sat away from the rest of the company. He had a small fire going also. They were barely outside of Bree and they were already setting camp for the night. Wren was setting up some kind of tent. Is she really bringing that with her? he thought. They didn't need it, but if it was hers than she could carry it if she wanted. And, there might be some use for it in the future. When he and Wren had finally arrived at the company, he had gone directly to Rangar while Wren distributed the food rations and medical supplies they had bought. The two men had discussed which route they should take. Turthôl wanted to head directly south: Take the Greenway south through the South Downs and cross the Greyflood at Tharbad. In Tharbad, they could replenish what they needed, and then follow the North-South Road into the Gap of Rohan and to Edoras. Then, they would continue following the road along the northern edge of the mountains straight to Minas Tirith. From there, they could cross the Anduin River at Osgiliath and take the Harad road into South Ithilien and finally into Harad. The journey wasn't without its dangers, for those who were seeking adventure. There were many bands of orcs still roaming the mountains of northern Gondor. They were rogue groups without a leader. They would have to cross wearily. The Harad road followed the mountains that bordered Mordor, and what foul creatures that had vacated those mountains recently, Turthôl didn't want to imagine. Rangar had mentioned that others in the group wanted to head towards Rivendell, as a safety measure. That would be nice, he thought, but it would take entirely too long. Imladris was out of their way. Whatever way was decided, Turthôl decided that he would follow Rangar no matter where. He was also pleased that another Elf had joined their company. Maybe this one had brains in him. Hopefully, he wasn't arrogant like that Enien was. Oh well, Enien had her reasons for being arrogant, just as Turthôl had his for being distrustful of the others. He didn't know where Rangar was now, at the moment. He probably went to meet their newest member. Turthôl stared into the fire as he fingered his fife. This fife had brought great comfort to him when he had been alone in the forest. He felt like playing it, but the talk of the others distracted him. He looked at it. It was a fife of fine craftsmenship. It had engravings on it, those of the Dúnedain. It was a deep mahogony color, mixed in with a twinge of green, like the trees. Suddenly, he thought of the woods of Lothlorien. He had been there once, 10 years ago. It was probably abandoned now. As everyone settled in for the nights rest, Turthôl continued staring into the fire, with fleeting memories of the past going through his mind. __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.