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━━━━ »•» act three. age of anguish
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ third age ━━ year 3019
𓇻 north of rohan; fangorn forest
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FANGORN FOREST LOOKED A LOT MORE FRIENDLY WHEN WALKING SIDE BY SIDE WITH HER FRIENDS. The old branches were like kind hands showing the way, instead of claws out to get her. Gandalf walked with a quick pace, not wasting any more time. With her body bruised and still healing, Elgarain found it hard to keep up.
But Gyda, oathbound and loyal Gyda, walked closely beside her. Keeping a sharp eye on Elgarain's stumbling movements. And Elgarain was more than thankful for her presence.
"Tell me, why are we going to Edoras?" Gimli called out to where Gandalf was walking ahead. "It is no short distance."
"We hear of trouble in Rohan," Aragorn said, looking at Gandalf. "It goes ill with the king."
"Yes, and it will not be easily cured," Gandalf sighed. "That is why we must go quickly."
"Are we to leave those poor Hobbits here then? In this horrid, dark, tree-infested-" Gimli never got to finish his sentence, for he got interrupted by the groaning and cracking of branches. "Ah, I mean charming! Quite charming forest."
Gandalf came to a halt and turned to Gimli with a smile. "It was more than mere chance that brought Merry and Pippin to Fangorn. A great power has been sleeping here for many long years. The coming of Merry and Pippin will be like the falling of small stones that starts an avalanche in the mountains."
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