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Eureka received the letter as he intercepted the poor unfortunate messenger.

The messenger was wading his way through the snow. "Oh man, am I lost or what. I've gotta find that road again." He turned around and was promptly tackled from behind. Something heavy held him face down in the snow, his arms held tight behind his back.

"Who sent you here?" A voice said. "Why have you come?"

"I came to deliver a message to the Lord of the Grey Mountains!"

"Oh! Well, that would be me." The messenger was promptly lifted out of the snow and rotated to face Eureka. "Terribly sorry about that, I didn't see your uniform beneath your cloak. Thanks for the letter. By the way, the road is over that way. There's a small camp along the road where you can get warm. Sorry again."

Eureka opened the letter. "Aah. Aragorn wishes to see me. I wonder if he wants his armour back." He teleported back to the mighty fortress of the Grey Keep, informed Anduthuine and Balgorod of his absence, and teleported himself to Minas Tirith. In a moment he was at the courtyard, standing next to the White Tree.