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Re: Bree (Some years before the War of the Ring)
Menel, the scout from Rivendell, stood some paces ahead of Galenwen and turned to look back, his keen elven eyes barely able to make out her pale silhouette against the gery mists of the fog. The elf stood fast in his position, not wanting to wander further into the peril that had befallen the party until everyone was accounted for, at least by his sharp eyes. Menel sighed deeply, taking in the thick sultry air of the place before hearing a horn being sounded in the distance.
The elf's ears pricked up upon hearing this, and he turned, straining his eyes trying to clear a path through the fog and see who needed help, or is the cause to need aid. Pausing briefly to consider the wisest path, Menel gripped tight his spear and then gazed back in the direction of the sounding horn, storming off with great determination.
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 5/9/01 10:18:26 am
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