The west wind blew and brought along a stench all too familiar to Thaurbar. There were orcs about and the direction of the wind indicated that they were to his left, from Mirkwood.
Thaurbar got off his biouvac and hurried towards Eastwind. Untieing the mare's bridle from the slender tree trunk he had secured it on, he leapt onto the horse's back and galloped towards the east along the river.
[ December 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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