The elf Fingil couldn’t wait as worry kept him wandering around the room. It was his brother Celegil that was leading the caravan ”I can’t wait any longer! I must start my search.” Armanduil quickly followed Fingil out of the linen makers mansion and readied his horse. Fingil looked worried but confident “I am quite a good tracker, I suggest we split up. You go search by the river Armanduil. I will search the plains south of here”. Armanduil nodded and spurred his horse, galloping towards the Gelion river.
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