''Elhardil''

After a long breathe journey of The Ghost around Eriador, the place where he ought to dwell in, he met a sneaky, green-clad character in that Dunland. After brief exchange of words, they both managed to know each other. Ranger Barudric, was a Man of Ithilien. He respected The Ghost's knowledge and being sure that he and a few of his kinsmen is still alive. After trust has been built between them, they fare-well each other, and being in their own ways. Ranger Barudric headed to South, his homeland for a while. But The Ghost, he couldn't know his next path, where to be, where to go?

In a common day of The Ghost, a black-clad raven barked near to him, not too far away from the outskirts of Bree-land. The raven came from the north, appearently, it landed on The Ghost's gauntlet safely. It carried a massage between it's claws, a rugged paper piece it was, signatured by his chief, H. The whole paragraph was written in a different language than common tongue, as well. The Ghost read it carefully, before tossing the paper piece into a bonfire. He spoke with himself silently, listened his senses and deep, yet blank thoughts. He decided to march forth, alone.