Arlómë trudged through the snow-he had left Thalion behind at Rivendell. He didn't want to have to worry about his horse while they were on Caradhras. He had crossed before, but it wasn't as he remembered. He was glad that the Elven scouts were leading the company-they could see better in the snow and they didn't have to worry about trudging through the stuff.
When they finally reached the pass, he heard the grim warning of staying near the walls and watching your step. He knew how important it was to be careful, especially now that they were in a narrow pass. Anything could happen...
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Einen wrapped his cloak closer around him. He had never experienced snow like this before. They had snow in Bree, but not like this. He was grateful to the Elves of Rivendell for equiping him with snow clothes. They also had given him a quiver of arrows and a bow, as a token of their appreciation for him listening to all of their tales and stories. He had practiced with it some, but he was eager to use it on some orcs.
His hood protected his eyes from the snow. As he glanced in front of him, he could barely see the form of Arlómë.
"Stay near to the walls..." was all he could hear in the wind. But he figured that as long as he stayed behind Arlómë, he would get through Caradhras.
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In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.
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