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Arahadtheranger wrote: Edacnik wrote: So? Arahad? What happens! The fellowship should set off. "So, are we to go now?" Dolenus asked. "Yes, we must get to Mordor... somehow. For now, let's make for the White Mountains. I need time to think of how to get into the place. While we travel we can all discuss it." Aramir said.

A cloud of smoke suddenly appeared!

"May I join this quest?" A Dark Elf said after the smoke cleared. "Who are you?!" Aramir asked. "I am called Celemil." The Elf said. (I figured Edacnik would join under an assumed name. If you don't like that one, I'll change it.) Edacnik then gave a long, and very much false, backstory. "Well, Celemil, I would be honored to have a powerful Cryomancer such as yourself in our Fellowship." Aramir said.

And so, the Fellowship of the End Times set out from Lindon with enough provisions to last from there to the White Mountains, at which point the trouble would begin, with food at least. The danger would begin as soon as they left Lindon. They may, they were told, find refuge with the Free Easterlings or Free Haradrim if they passed that way. But, on the whole, they would likely not have too much trouble if they didn't stray too close to any enemy camps or strongholds.

They had been moving along at the same steady pace as they had for the last two weeks when they were heading through the Trollshaws. They stayed one night in a cave they found near a rushing red river. They discovered a curious artifact nearby. A stone carved with faded Dwarvish runes. "They say something about treasure being buried under it, but it seems to have been moved and the chest dug up many years ago. Besides, what would we do with gold?" Turatamo said, examining it. After they returned to the cave, Aramir explored deeper inside and found a somewhat alarming sight. It was not what he found in itself, but the implications of it. He ran back to the others. "I think this is a Troll den!" He said. "Don't worry, the Trolls are long dead." Edacnik/Celemil said. "How do you know?" Aramir asked. "I saw them, turned to stone among the trees a while back." The Elf replied. "Well, in that case, I'm going to go examine the treasure hoard. Will any of you come with me?" Aramir asked. "I'll go. I don't have anything else to do." Edacnik/Celemil said. The pair went to look around I the Troll hoard. Aramir went over to some weapons in a corner. Edacnik looked at some artwork by a wall. "Hey, Celemil! I found something over here!" Aramir said to the Elf. Edacnik came over. This close, he could shank the Man right now and finish his assignment. But no, the others would have his hide, or Aramir himself might manage to kill him. Aramir held up a longsword with a beautifully crafted hilt. He peeled off a thick cobweb and blew off the dust. Then, he half drew it. To Edacnik's suprise, the weapon was completely unscathed by time. It could have been made yesterday and he wouldn't have seen any difference. "I think this is a sword of Gondolin, made by the High Elves of the First Age! One could not wish for a finer blade, except maybe yours." Edacnik said. "Really? Here. I don't need it. As you said, Anorthil here is either equal to or better than it." Aramir said. Then, Edacnik realized that he had just been handed one of the best swords in Arda! "Well... thank you." He said. They hear a sword being drawn in the bushes.