Carl was glad to see the Rangers take up the duties of scouting. He wanted just to walk along now with the rest of the companions and enjoy the entry into Rivendell. The weather was holding up admirably – sun and even a faint, sweet warm breeze, as if the Elves held back the Winter.
A day’s journey brought them to the Ford of Bruinen. They crossed the loud, rushing waters of the river and Bullroarer called a halt for the day. Carl turned to his walking companions, and grinned. ‘Just one more day to Rivendell.’
He hurried to gather wood and build a fire for the group.
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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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