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Beroth had not had more than a few moments' rest when they were called to move on again. Everyone was quite somber as they began to walk, but the silence turned to shouts of confusion as they realized that they had become lost. Arathorn ordered Elladan and Elrohir to climb a tree and scan the area to find the road. They were in luck; they had but to walk in a straight line from the tree that the elves were in and they would find the road.
Beroth followed the others as they picked their way swiftly through the forest. He kept his eyes on the ground, glancing up every so often to make sure he was with everyone else. He noticed the forest becoming lighter as the sun rose higher into the sky. The light brought a new feeling of energy to Beroth, and he jogged faster.
Hours later, he heard Arathorn announce that they were almost at the road. Beroth sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of relief. The forest was beginning to have a closed-in feel; the scent of pine and earth was becoming cloying and clingy. When the trees began to become sparse and they could see patches of the road, Beroth ran faster. He burst out of the forest, breathing deep the fresh air of the open country. He barely heard Owacyn's remark about ignoring Orcs.
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