Picnic At The Bonfire Glade

[GreatWarg]

The fox had taken to wandering the crowd, occasionally talking to a tree or two, and even a few of the Wood Elves from the distant realm of Thingol. The wraith seem ill pleased at the fox, for some reason or another, so the canine let it be. The peculiar poet was also looking at the crowd, and the fox had had a nice brush with him.

Quite a likeable Man, really, the fox had thought. But the horse spirit was quite unnerving, and so also was the knight. Some sort of walking dead horror was there.

A gentle wind blew, and several more rose petals swirled around the field in little gusts of wind. They all seemed to be attracted to the Ringwraith, however strange that may seem. A white rose petal touched the fox's nose, and the fox sat down, smiling at it.

But at that moment, he heard Lady Goldberry singing, singing a song of soothing calm, that was evidently to several travellers who had been caught in Old Many Willow's nets.

I do hope they are all right. I was supposed to see to it that none get caught. Perhaps I should seek out the Lady? With that in mind, the fox immediately dashed off to Lady Goldberry and the Master.