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Stormdancer of Doom
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One of the elves muttered, "Cami.. did you say Goodchilde? Well, then, perhaps this is for you. A hobbit gave it to me, a rather rapscallionish scamp. But the name is clear. Cami Goodchilde." The elf handed Cami the note.
Cami opened it. Dear Mom: I wish you'd just come home to the riverbank. I know you love that city, but I'm telling you, it's nothing but trouble. Men and circular walls and ... stairwells?? You never would have fallen like that from a good solid flet, I'll wager. You'd be safer in the forests than in those dratted cities. And if you went to the tombs, I don't want to know! If you can't come back to a nice safe riverbank to recuperate, then, make sure Bird understands your plight. She'll keep you out of trouble; although if she cracks too many jokes, you'll hurt your ribs again laughing. And I'm sure Piosenniel will be very helpful; just don't let her near you with a rope, even if she does claim it's for your own good. Take care of yourself and watch your step. Love, Gamba
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve. |
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