Arlómë sat there smoking his pipeweed as the sun gently rose over the horizon. He had been awake throughout most of the night, watching. He had been waiting for Kaldon to return. He had returned with horses, which meant he had gone after the remaining bandits.
As the others cooked their breakfast, he ate a pack of lembas bread that he usually carried with him. He didn't carry a lot of fresh meats or other perishable foods. He mostly carried dried fruits and elven lembas bread, which was very good for the road. As he finished up eating, he made sure that Thalion was watered and ready to ride. He had the feeling that once they got to Bree, there would be trouble waiting for them. Also, he had mixed feelings about that little hobbit. What was a young hobbit doing out in the Eastfarthing so far from Buckland? This journey was getting stranger by the day.
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In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.
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