"Elleraden," Islist caleed from his mount.
"Yes?" he returned.
"Since youi're the one who drew up our map, I would like you to keep quiet about where we are going. It is much easier to lead people when they're not trying to tell you to go a different way."
"Ah, I see. So when are we going to set up camp? When we get there, I will tell you how long we will need to ride to get to Aragorn. I will also include time for rest wherever you want me to on the map."
"Okay, but about the first rest spot. You're going to have to wonder like every one else."
The two laughed, and a song from behind drifted to them. They couldn't make out the words, but the sound was soothing. The rangers then rode till nightfall, sson they were along a small river. At a seemingly calm spot at the river, they stopped.
"Everyone, this is your new camp. Get some rest. You'll need it," Islist said as he dismounted. The rest of the rangers followed and began to set up for the night.
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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