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IC time is: Late Morning < About 10:29 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 13 Echuir <Stirring>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Sun Sep 30 21:30:01 2007
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Galadhrim Camp
You find yourself among a party of traveling elves. Gray tents are scattered about, camouflaged and hidden discreetly among the grass. All is quiet, and yet all seems busy, as the Quendi go about their daily camp routines with a dreamlike quality. Some tend to the food, while others tend to the tents and other gear. The camp has no quality of permanence about it, as it has noticably moved further on its journey each day.

Contents:
Tolur
Maglind
Angroch
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The light of late morning seems to focus upon the river, sending forth a brilliant reflection from the water's surface. With the light, the days are warming, heralding the coming of spring with each rising of the sun. While the weather is changing, moving from one season to the next, the wind blowing from the north is bonechilling as it dances over the land.

Standing on the river's edge, the Warden Tolur watches the water move eastwards as it struggles to join the Anduin. His eyes wander to the muddied river bank and he frown. "Clearly, the beasts crossed the river," he says to himself.

The breeze licking across the river leaps up the banks and pulls at the long, emerald cloak of the ranger Angroch, which flows long in the wind. He walks through the grass and bothers not with his hood, due to the early spring wind.

He stops beside the Guard and nods, "A logical deduction, mellon. They crossed here, and hopefully they intend not in passing back this way any time soon. This mission has proven all but ill news, and pray it remains so."

Turning to glance at the Ranger, Tolur frowns. "We often see activity to our north, but to be honest they fade and disappear under the mountain. That is the common, and we have grown comfortable with the common." Pausing, the Warden turns his gaze to the water and sweeps a hand towards the river. "The tracks here show disregard in many forms. This tells us we're dealing with something unique, and in that lies the unknown as to who and what we now deal with."

Glancing back to Angroch, he frowns. "A new player disturbs these grounds."

A long moment passes in silence as the breeze whips across the river and over the two at at the river. The human nods slightly, and runs one hand over his beard. He squats and glances at the tracks. He scoops one handful of dirt and rubs it between his hands. He smells a bit of the dirt before letting it drop to the ground.

Nodding, the Iron Horse of the North says, "I wonder if it not be the same fell beast of which My Lord Aragorn spoke. An olog with a seeming immunity to sun."

Carefully watching the Ranger conduct his research upon the land, the Warden lifts a curious brown. "Indeed, just the mention of the light enduring troll is enough to bring for suspicions as to their origins."

A deep frown emerges and the Guard looks to the Ranger with concern. "Aragorn has spoken of it, and yet he's not said much to us regarding it's potential origins. Has he spoken of this with you?"

Carefully watching the Ranger conduct his research upon the land, the Warden lifts a curious brown. "Indeed, just the mention of the light enduring troll is enough to bring for suspicions as to their origins."

A deep frown emerges and the Guard looks to the Ranger with concern. "Aragorn has spoken of it, and yet he's not said much to us regarding it's potential origins. Has he spoken of this with you?"

The ranger glances at the sunlight sparkling off the thousands of ripples in the passing river. He squints in the sunlight and cocks his head to speak towards the Warden, "No word on the beast's origin. Howevever, it appears to both him and myself that the beast has left your realm and headed back to the mountains, wherein we may hope it stays."

Angroch stands and rolls his shoulders, patting his hands together to remove the dust from the earth he'd had in his hands. "The origins of such a fell beast, before now not imagined, have weighed heavily upon my thoughts for many nights."

"So the thought is that the Troll was from the mountain?" Tolur asks with a deep concern. Shaking his head, he looks to the ranger with a deadly seriousness. "I think otherwise, though not from facts presented, but from suspicions born of experience."

Shrugging his shoulders, the guard turns and takes a step towards camp. "It is best we report the evidence of a crossing to Maglind. I leave it to him to determine the importance." With that, the edhel turns and moves into the camp, disappearing behind the tents.