Tarien Ithil's post
The light of midday peeked through the trees.
Rinoas was sitting at the foot of a huge tree. He lit his pipe and took a puff. A perfect ring of smoke sailed into the air and dissolved into nothing.
He heard the other men discussing the journey. An Elf had arrived at the campsite with a piece of rolled parchment.
Aragorn's messenger, thought Rinoas.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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