Maeralagos shifted nervously on the overhead branch, almost losing his balance. He grabbed the body of the branch to steady himself, to keep himself from falling off, directly onto Erdaminéon, sitting quietly by himself.
As he did this, he heard some motion under the branch. He looked down. Melcildir was there, slowly approaching Erdaminéon, like he wanted to talk to him. He halted when he hear Maeralagos' shuffle, looking up expectantly, thinking that perhaps Maeralagos was coming down from the tree.
"Oh," Maeralagos said softly, "I'm sorry. I almost fell, that's all. Don't mind me."
The darkness hid the embarrassed hue of his face as Maeralagos pulled himself back up to a sitting position in the tree.
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" Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"
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