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A new adventure
A setting sun illuminated the Rohan Wold as a dwarf and an elf moved through the plains, for the Entwash they had crossed. Gimli son of Gloin was the dwarf; for the elf was Legolas son of Tharanduil, the elven prince of the forest of Mirkwood.
After some months of great battles and glorious destruction of the One Ring, the crowning of their dear friend, Aragorn, son of Arathorn took place in the white towers of Minas Tirith. He was accompanied by his wife, Arwen, the daughter of Elrond, lord of Rivendell.
After this celebration, commemorating peace in all senses, Gimli had promised his friend Legolas, that they would go on adventures around the western part of middle-earth. As so, this is how their adventure began.
They took off hastily from Minas Tirith, for they thought time is precious. Hardly they strode through the plains two days in a row, for Gimli could not feel his legs.
"Rest is a need my friend!" said Gimli, searching for his breath. Immediately as Legolas heard him, the hasty strides halted, for his light feet were easy to bear running faster than a dwarf did. Gimli behind halted strolling as soon as Legolas did, panting.
Legolas listened closely sounds from afar; for he was not sure indeed what threat may they have in the path, Orcs were still stray from the destruction of Isengard and Mordor.
"My friend, merely I would have preferred adventuring on top of a horse than on foot; easier for me it is." Legolas smiled. A dwarf can not stand a horse like Gimli does.
Listening closely, Legolas heard strange feet running in groups not too far away from where they halted. Legolas could not decipher whose folk were those feet, for it was not an Orc folk.
"Unseathe your axe, my dear friend! Hasty we must be, for a strange folk follows; not Orcs, but indeed some foreign people. Off to Fangorn!" He unseathed his bow, and off they went hurrying swiftly west.