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Kathalis and Gillhach at the Naith Naith of Lorien As day dawns on fair lothlorien on the egladil of dwimordene. So the eastern sky is lit, blazing gold by the sun, which rises ever higher o'er the endless, serried ranks of the mallyrn. Down from the north there comes a figure, stealthily, silently. And hid beneath the eaves of the trees that line the spearhead of the naith, down to the union of the two rivers. A silent figure stands on a lonely watch at the banks of the river, his from siloetted by the rising sun, his stance is relaxed though as if toughtfully watching the sun raise... Only with eyes both bright and piercing might want to hope to espy this figure, creeping through 'twixt the trees. With all the skill of a thief, it steals through the twilight; with naery a sound to betray it's passing, nor a mark left 'pon the
ground. The silent figure makes no move as it he has heard your approach as he continues his vigil across the river, his stance still relaxed.. Onwards still, and down to the bank of the river goes the figure. Revealed now, out beyond the fringe of the wood. It moves still stealthily; clad in grey. Girt for travel, with a bow about it's shoulder. Mud clinging to it's heavy boots, the figure heads down the bank to the swirling, tumultuous waters. Then, kneeling once more, it seems to regard the signs written there: fresh tracks preserved in the wet ground. |