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This fog is too thick.
At the front of the group the elves turned as one to Beregond's question. The fog, which had slowly been getting thicker as they walked toward the middle of the meadow, was now so dense that even the gifted eyes of the first born could barely discern the Gondorian and the Bree-lander who followed behind them. Valdavar was not to be seen, nor could Talodin be spotted.
"The trickery of the wights has begun," stated Calimir into the churning mist that refused to reveal their companions. "We must make a better effort to stay together now. We are more vulnerable alone."
The pack horse they had brought with them whinnied in what sounded like distress, and the fog continued to pour in.
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000095>The X Phial</A> at: 4/27/01 10:05:52 pm
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