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Though their errant be urgent, for Danel and her companions there is time to rest among Thranduil's people, and to share food cooked on a proper hearth for the first time in a long time.
It was a sunny spring afternoon and Fiontann was enjoying or rather was getting sick of being in the bed all day long after the injury. The bolt came from a crossbow and pierced his left side, he was lucky to not have it come out of the back for he was next to the waggon when the port opened and he was shot.
Annúngil wondered if there was a single place in Mirkwood where the eyes of the enemy did not reach. Maybe the dark caves of Scuttledells where evils more ancient than the orcs reminisced. Be as it may be, few were the times in which he did not feel watched since he had arrived in Ost Galadh.
It was not without reason, therefore, that many now called Eryn Galen, Taur-nu-Fuin, the dark forest. Others named it Taur-e-Ndaedelos instead: the Forest of Great Fear.