The Wanderer of the Woods

The fellowship had been traveling for several hours already, only stopping for short breaks. The terrain was easy to cross; in comparison to treacherous Caradhas, walking amidst the woods of Hollin was like taking a stroll.Their timely halt for lunch was taken in a clearing, next to a small stream with clear, clean water flowing through it. The party of eleven carefully spread out their cloaks on the wet grass. Andriel undid the ornate clasp of her cloak, preparing to lay in onto the ground until a hand caught her wrist. Glorfindel motioned towards his cloak with his free hand."There's enough space for the two us. There's no need to get your cloak wet as well.""Oh." Andriel cleared her throat. Glorfindel was clearly only doing this for practical reasons.They sat down, with an appropriate distance from each other, making sure to not rouse the attention of the group. However, Aragorn did give them a stare, one eyebrow raised and a smile tugging at his lips.

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