"I am overwhelmed by your welcome Olorin." Brundt casually took out a pipe and raised his eyebrows at the tall dark figure angrily staring at him.
"You did not even try to follow them. They could be dead right now." Olorin glared.
"There was nothing I could do," Brundt rose past three years as he stood up and faced Olorin, "I did not want to leave them but fate does not write an easy story." he paused.
"They will most likely meet up with Merenwen in Moria, if they do not," Olorin's voice trailed off into a web of mutterings.
"You were saying?" Ranewan spoke up for the first time in this heated discussion.
"Let us pray that they meet up with her and that they stay there for there are dangers uncountable for a hobbit and elf in the lands between Rivendell and Moria." Olorin swept past Brundt and Ranewan.
"If I may ask," Brundt turned questioningly towards Ranewan, "How long have you known Isilindil And Ruby?"
Ranewan gave a low laugh, "Isilindil I have known since she was a young elf, and Ruby I met less then a year ago." he looked up sadly at Brundt, "Funny how strange paths become when crossed, how smeared and blinding when one is unsure."
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Isilindil Telperien
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