... You bring another blade for our side. We'll soon use it, I suspect.
* Gandalf bowed a greeting and peered out from under his hat at the Elf. The wizard turned with an expansive gesture to indicate the last rays of the sun as being the harbinger of swift and likely battle. Nardol could see that the back of his cloak was covered with ashes, soot, and loose debris newly churned up from the soil. The grey-cloaked one seemed to take no notice of his appearance, however, nor think it the least bit strange. *
Now then, if you bring tidings of an Entwife, I'm keen on hearing it, for its utterance just now was unmistakable. What say you?
* Gandalf motioned with his staff to offer the Elf a seat on a log around a campfire over which Bethberry was brewing lemon balm tea. Volondil lay nearby, still unconscious, and Menelduliniel had carried Poppy to the fireside as well. *
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