Chapter One: Limmon and the Spider's Web
"Raunion, ho! What brings you back to this neck of the woods?"
Raunion reigned in his mount and smiled at the newly materialized elf standing on the woodland path.
"I have decided to return home, mellon, after many years of wandering in the east. I heard that the King's son is comming of age soon so I wanted to be here for the ceremonies."
Limmon, for that is the name of the sentinel, grinned jestingly at the elder elf and nodded in ammusement, "sure, sure. Ceremonies you say but you know that the best wines are saved for the day when the prince becomes heir apparant. But I say, the eastern wines are the best so have you not had your thirst quenched?"
Raunion laughed and shook a finger at the young and merry elf, "watch yourself, Limmon, watch yourself!"
"Oh, I suppose," Limmon mocked a straight face and formal bow, "that I should watch my tounge infront of elders. I would not want to upset you, Mi'lord."
Raunion snorted.
"Truely, my young friend, you should watch yourself, you know not all that is around you and might miss someone sneaking up from behind," Raunion grinned as a shadow parted itself from the dinge of the forest and crept up behind the hopelessly giggling sentinel.
"GOTCHA!"
Limmon's knees were taken out as a small ball of grey cloaks and blonde hair wrestled the young elf and pinned him down onto the dusty road.
"Melbenion! Nay! Get off of me you scurvy little orc!" The dusty and somewhat deflated Limmon called out,
"Eru grant me strength, I have not the knees for this!"
Little Melbenion, a sweet elfling that could only one yenni of age, was jumped off his captive, delighted in his victory.
"Gerich faer vara, Limmon!"
Limmon rose, dusting himself off and scowling at the youngster, "Lasto lalaith nín!"
Raunion grinned at the quite proud child and rather miffed guard. "Mae carnen, pen neth, mae carnen."
"Oh! Suilad, hir nin. Melbenion i eneth nin." The child piped nervously, adding, "Man eneth lin?"
"Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín, Melbenion." Said Raunion, the little one smiling proudly for being adressed with such a formal greeting, "Raunion i eneth nin."
"Ai! You are Raunion? That means that you are my uncle!
"Does it now?" Ionvain smiled, but creased his brow. 'How could I be his uncle? Ionvain had no wife and fathered no children, and my sister passed long ago into the west.'
The little one made no notice of Raunion's disbelief as he pestered Limmon, but the Mirkwood soldier did and wondered at it.
'Did you not know, my lord, that your brother fathered two sons?" Here Limmon nodded at Melbenion.
"My brother? As in my brother Ionvain?"
Limmon nodded and Raunion felt sick, scared, and increadolus all at the same time as Melbenion launched into a discription of his brother and mother.
"Oh, Melbenion! Run along and tell your mother that I come, I must speak to Limmon for a moment."
The little one nodded and darted off into the forest as Limmon shouted after him, "Avo visto!"
Once the child had disapeared from both elves' sight Raunion jumped off his horse, ran to Limmon and pushed him against a tree. "Ionvain? Is this a jest? He lives?"
Limmon looked startled, "what mean you, my lord?"
"I mean," Raunion raged at the uncomfortable elf infront of him, "my brother died years ago before Thranduil was crowned! He was killed by traitors more than five thousand years ago! What say you of that?"
"Aye, my lord, your brother did die at the hands of traitors, but it is only one hundred fallings of snow past, Limmon stammered, "Why you thought him dead so long ago?"
Raunion bit his lip and backed away from the younger elf. "I had seen him dead among the trees when this forest was still the Greenwood, or at least I thought I had. How is this possible?"
Limmon crouched down and gestured to Raunion to follow in suit.
"I will begin with what I know, that in the years of the reign of the Duke and the return of Thranduil your brother and yourself went missing. This was after you were made general and your brother's return to Greenwood after the battles in the south. Ionvain disapeared and you were in a state of grief at his loss; you were promoted in hopes that you would have new duties to keep you from fading, but so great was your pain that one night you burried your gilted blade into the Duke's desk and disappeared - looking for your missing brother. That is how the tale is told by those that have heard it, my lord."
Raunion bowed his head and breathed deeply.
"He did not say where he had gone or anything of that matter?"
Limmon shook his head and placed his hand comfortingly on Raunion's shoulder, "He said only that he had gone looking and found that what he searched for had always been where he had left it, but he mourned for you deeply. We all thought you dead, for he had said once, and we just assumed that in his wanderings he had learned of your fate, that his brother was dead and lost. I do not even think he told his beloved Celairiel about his wanderings."
Raunion felt a wave of relief was over him and he allowed his muscles to relax. 'So he did not die from my trechery! Thank the Valar! Losto mae, gwanur.'
Limmon's eyes went glassy with tears as he told Raunion of Ionvain's return, marrige, life, and death. A great pressure was on Raunion's heart as he heard the tale, and a lump grew in his throat.
"Ai, losto... losto Ionvain, losto mae," he cried when Limmon told him that his brothers last words were 'where is my brother? Wherefore has he gone?' and he broke down into tears.
Limmon comforted the weeping elf, wraping and arm around his shoulders, pressing his head against Raunion's and hushing.
Raunion noticed none of this, his mind was reeling with the news, the anguish, and with guilt - guilt of his betrayal, guilt at being away when his brother returned and guilt of not being there to protect his little brother again. Guilt at not being able to redeem himself to his brother, to beg forgiveness, to tell him how he had been tormented all those long years in the east among dark elves and Rhunlings by his guilt, how he had only been saved from fading by an unexpected desire for the trees of Greenwood and the sea.
Raunion looked down at his wrists, and pushed up his sleves, revealing the scars from where he had tried to kill himself. Numerous times.
Limmon saw these scars and immediatley understood what had happened - immortals do not scar by any weapon except their own if they turn it upon themselves.
'Sweet Eru! In his grief he turned against himself,' Limmon felt a wave of sympathy directed towards the still weeping elf and forced himself to look away from Raunion's shame.
"Dear Raunion, I was friends with your brother since we both were mere elflings, we confided in one another and laughed together. I extend that friendship out to my parted friend's elder brother. Will you take it?"
Raunion heard the words but they were so unbelieveable that all he could do was nod once then bury his face into his hands and sobb again.
Limmon felt a little better but all this crying was making him uncomfortable and he decided to change topics, to distract his grieving friend.
"Mas bennich, Raunion?"
The tearstained face peeked through his wet hands, "Man?"
"Mas athradannech? Rhun? Gondor?"
Raunion paused before answering, "I went all through the east, to the eastern sea and then travelled along it into the deep south where the two Istari vannished. Then I made my way north-west where I found many strange things - men and darklings living together and a few odd dwarves mixed in. They had cities, not grand like ours, very few trees, and their homes were like mines and dug into hills.
"Then I went as far east as possible without coming to the sea and mad my way north. I dwelt for awhile in the far north where the snow never melts and only burly and dark eyed men live in houses made of ice and snow. Then I dwelt in the grey mountains before returning to the east some long time ago. And a few months ago I decided to either return home or, if I couldn't find a home here anymore, try to cross the sea."
"Ah, I see. Tell me a tale of your travels in the far east and south, did you meet any of the grey people there?"
Raunion shook his head, "Nay, I think I was the first Silvan in some of those places, so did they stare and wonder at me. I encountered one darkling who had lived once in the Grey mountains and he told me where his deserted hall is hidden..."
Both elves stopped all motion and sat in complete silence, off to their right a bush rustled and to their left a scurrying sound.
Raunion and Limmon lept up, Raunion drawing his sword and spinning to the left, Limmon drawing his bow and whipping an arrow into place with lightning speed. The two stood back to back and tense as their watchers now made no attempt to conceal their movements as three giant spiders dropped down from the trees and two sprang out from the bushes at them.
"Hain dago!" Limmon shouted, rapidly firing arrow after arrow at the quickly advancing spawn of Ungoliant.
Raunion rushed at one spider that had dropped down near him. It screeched and flung itself upon him, pinning him down and raising its pincers to take a chunk out of his neck but it had forgotten the bright sword of the elf beneath it, but that was only until it felt it jabbed foreward into its soft belly and torn out to the side. It screeched again as Raunion pushed it off and brought his blade down on its head and tossed the carcas aside.
As another spider made its advance at him, Raunion looked over to see how Limmon was faring and saw that he had now switched from his long bow to a pair of long knives and was kicking some spider butt.
Raunion turned back to his own threat and grunted as his moment of inattention allowed the spider to get close enough to spit at him.
He ducked the stuff and behind him he could hear a sizzling from where the venomnous mucus had landed. The spider reared back and swiped at him with four razor sharp legs and snapped its pincers threateningly.
Raunion had to dodge the legs that threatened to slice him clean in half and rolled away as it landed once more on all legs and knocked him over with its large body.
He rolled then lept quickly up and, without hesitation, threw his sword at the charging spider. The sword killed the vile thing easily as the blade passed into its head.
Raunion pulled now his own long knives to kill anymore of the ambushing creatures but saw them retreating from he and Limmon, who had a fair ammount of spider carcasses piled in a circle around him.
"Mae carnen, mellon! You make me look bad only dispatching two while you kill," Raunion quickly counted the ugly black spider bodies, "seven of the bloody things! Mien Gott, when did you learn to weild those long knives? I did not know that they were back in style else I would have returned sooner."
Limmon smiled tiredly at the older elf's teasing. "There has been such an increase in the shadow that the spiders have been multiplying like a mathematician on a sugar buzz. This sort of attack has become almost routine these days. I claim practice in beating your count, you have been gone long enough to have gotten rusty, though you fared well with your foes aswell."
Raunion bowed his head and winked and Limmon began pulling arrow shafts from the dead creatures and slipped them back into his empty quivver.
Raunion sheathed his own knives and went to the last spider he had killed and groaned as he pulled his blade from the things head. The blood had already begun to eat away at the blade and it was hott to the touch.
"Oh for the love of Elbereth! This was my best sword," Raunion complained as parts of the metal began to chip away and fall sizzling to the ground.
"See how lethal their very blood has become? You musn't let any of it touch you or it will burn away at your skin... you haven't any wounds have you?" Limmon suddenly thought to ask.
Raunion checked himself but only found bruises where the first spider had pinned him down to the ground.
"Nay, how are you?"
Limmon shrugged, "I got a scratch on my arm but I think it was not deep enough to do harm."
Raunion recognized that tone in the younger elf's voice and grabbed Limmons left arm that he held close to his chest.
He pushed up the sleeve and saw a jagged tear going from elbow to shoulder that was dripping bright red blood. "Ai! nad dithen, I suppose, eh?"
Limmon grimanced as the elder probed the cut with a finger and shrugged, "aye, nad dithen."
Shaking his head Raunion went to his mount which had fared well itself in the short battle, two crushed spiders lay near its feet. He checked first that it had no wounds or spiders blood upon it, then rummaged though his saddlebag and found his pouch of healing stuffs.
"Come here, child."
Limmon glared at him but came over to where Raunion now crouched and pulled out a leather bag containing a paste that smelled like sage and athelas and a bundle of bandages.
Raunion pushed the sleve away from the cut and began mopping up the blood, wiping it away to reveal the wound better before applying a scoop of the cold stuff onto Limmon's torn arm.
"Ai Elbereth! What is in that stuff? Orc brew? Ai oi it stings!"
Raunion ignored the indignant remarks and began wrapping the arm in a long white bandage, tieing the end tightly and patting his patient sharply on the back. "Quit complaining, elfling."
Limmon muttered something that Raunion did not catch but could guess it wasn't anything polite and sighed.
After putting away the healing bag and securing once more that his mount wasn't harmed, Raunion forced Limmon onto his horse and led it back to the path leading to the palace of Greenwood, or Mikwood, which ever it was now.
"Raunion?"
"Man, Limmon?"
"Welcome home, mellon nin."
"Gerich faer vara, Limmon!" - You have a firey spirit, Limmon!
"Lasto lalaith nín!" - Listen to my laughter!
"Mae carnen, little one, mae carnen" - Well done, little one, well done.
"Suilad, hir nin. Melbenion i eneth nin. Man eneth lin?" - Greetings, my lord. My name is Melbenion. What is yours?
"Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín, Melbenion. Raunion i eneth nin." - A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, Melbenion. My name is Raunion.
"Avo visto!" - Do not stray!
"Losto mae" - sleep well.
"Mas bennich, Raunion?" - Where did you go?
"Man?" - What?
"Mas athradannech? Rhun? Gondor?"- Where did you travel? Rhun (east)? Gondor?
"Hain dago!" - Kill them!
"nad dithen." - just a little thing.
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"Raunion, ho! What brings you back to this neck of the woods?"
Raunion reigned in his mount and smiled at the newly materialized elf standing on the woodland path.
"I have decided to return home, mellon, after many years of wandering in the east. I heard that the King's son is comming of age soon so I wanted to be here for the ceremonies."
Limmon, for that is the name of the sentinel, grinned jestingly at the elder elf and nodded in ammusement, "sure, sure. Ceremonies you say but you know that the best wines are saved for the day when the prince becomes heir apparant. But I say, the eastern wines are the best so have you not had your thirst quenched?"
Raunion laughed and shook a finger at the young and merry elf, "watch yourself, Limmon, watch yourself!"
"Oh, I suppose," Limmon mocked a straight face and formal bow, "that I should watch my tounge infront of elders. I would not want to upset you, Mi'lord."
Raunion snorted.
"Truely, my young friend, you should watch yourself, you know not all that is around you and might miss someone sneaking up from behind," Raunion grinned as a shadow parted itself from the dinge of the forest and crept up behind the hopelessly giggling sentinel.
"GOTCHA!"
Limmon's knees were taken out as a small ball of grey cloaks and blonde hair wrestled the young elf and pinned him down onto the dusty road.
"Melbenion! Nay! Get off of me you scurvy little orc!" The dusty and somewhat deflated Limmon called out,
"Eru grant me strength, I have not the knees for this!"
Little Melbenion, a sweet elfling that could only one yenni of age, was jumped off his captive, delighted in his victory.
"Gerich faer vara, Limmon!"
Limmon rose, dusting himself off and scowling at the youngster, "Lasto lalaith nín!"
Raunion grinned at the quite proud child and rather miffed guard. "Mae carnen, pen neth, mae carnen."
"Oh! Suilad, hir nin. Melbenion i eneth nin." The child piped nervously, adding, "Man eneth lin?"
"Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín, Melbenion." Said Raunion, the little one smiling proudly for being adressed with such a formal greeting, "Raunion i eneth nin."
"Ai! You are Raunion? That means that you are my uncle!
"Does it now?" Ionvain smiled, but creased his brow. 'How could I be his uncle? Ionvain had no wife and fathered no children, and my sister passed long ago into the west.'
The little one made no notice of Raunion's disbelief as he pestered Limmon, but the Mirkwood soldier did and wondered at it.
'Did you not know, my lord, that your brother fathered two sons?" Here Limmon nodded at Melbenion.
"My brother? As in my brother Ionvain?"
Limmon nodded and Raunion felt sick, scared, and increadolus all at the same time as Melbenion launched into a discription of his brother and mother.
"Oh, Melbenion! Run along and tell your mother that I come, I must speak to Limmon for a moment."
The little one nodded and darted off into the forest as Limmon shouted after him, "Avo visto!"
Once the child had disapeared from both elves' sight Raunion jumped off his horse, ran to Limmon and pushed him against a tree. "Ionvain? Is this a jest? He lives?"
Limmon looked startled, "what mean you, my lord?"
"I mean," Raunion raged at the uncomfortable elf infront of him, "my brother died years ago before Thranduil was crowned! He was killed by traitors more than five thousand years ago! What say you of that?"
"Aye, my lord, your brother did die at the hands of traitors, but it is only one hundred fallings of snow past, Limmon stammered, "Why you thought him dead so long ago?"
Raunion bit his lip and backed away from the younger elf. "I had seen him dead among the trees when this forest was still the Greenwood, or at least I thought I had. How is this possible?"
Limmon crouched down and gestured to Raunion to follow in suit.
"I will begin with what I know, that in the years of the reign of the Duke and the return of Thranduil your brother and yourself went missing. This was after you were made general and your brother's return to Greenwood after the battles in the south. Ionvain disapeared and you were in a state of grief at his loss; you were promoted in hopes that you would have new duties to keep you from fading, but so great was your pain that one night you burried your gilted blade into the Duke's desk and disappeared - looking for your missing brother. That is how the tale is told by those that have heard it, my lord."
Raunion bowed his head and breathed deeply.
"He did not say where he had gone or anything of that matter?"
Limmon shook his head and placed his hand comfortingly on Raunion's shoulder, "He said only that he had gone looking and found that what he searched for had always been where he had left it, but he mourned for you deeply. We all thought you dead, for he had said once, and we just assumed that in his wanderings he had learned of your fate, that his brother was dead and lost. I do not even think he told his beloved Celairiel about his wanderings."
Raunion felt a wave of relief was over him and he allowed his muscles to relax. 'So he did not die from my trechery! Thank the Valar! Losto mae, gwanur.'
Limmon's eyes went glassy with tears as he told Raunion of Ionvain's return, marrige, life, and death. A great pressure was on Raunion's heart as he heard the tale, and a lump grew in his throat.
"Ai, losto... losto Ionvain, losto mae," he cried when Limmon told him that his brothers last words were 'where is my brother? Wherefore has he gone?' and he broke down into tears.
Limmon comforted the weeping elf, wraping and arm around his shoulders, pressing his head against Raunion's and hushing.
Raunion noticed none of this, his mind was reeling with the news, the anguish, and with guilt - guilt of his betrayal, guilt at being away when his brother returned and guilt of not being there to protect his little brother again. Guilt at not being able to redeem himself to his brother, to beg forgiveness, to tell him how he had been tormented all those long years in the east among dark elves and Rhunlings by his guilt, how he had only been saved from fading by an unexpected desire for the trees of Greenwood and the sea.
Raunion looked down at his wrists, and pushed up his sleves, revealing the scars from where he had tried to kill himself. Numerous times.
Limmon saw these scars and immediatley understood what had happened - immortals do not scar by any weapon except their own if they turn it upon themselves.
'Sweet Eru! In his grief he turned against himself,' Limmon felt a wave of sympathy directed towards the still weeping elf and forced himself to look away from Raunion's shame.
"Dear Raunion, I was friends with your brother since we both were mere elflings, we confided in one another and laughed together. I extend that friendship out to my parted friend's elder brother. Will you take it?"
Raunion heard the words but they were so unbelieveable that all he could do was nod once then bury his face into his hands and sobb again.
Limmon felt a little better but all this crying was making him uncomfortable and he decided to change topics, to distract his grieving friend.
"Mas bennich, Raunion?"
The tearstained face peeked through his wet hands, "Man?"
"Mas athradannech? Rhun? Gondor?"
Raunion paused before answering, "I went all through the east, to the eastern sea and then travelled along it into the deep south where the two Istari vannished. Then I made my way north-west where I found many strange things - men and darklings living together and a few odd dwarves mixed in. They had cities, not grand like ours, very few trees, and their homes were like mines and dug into hills.
"Then I went as far east as possible without coming to the sea and mad my way north. I dwelt for awhile in the far north where the snow never melts and only burly and dark eyed men live in houses made of ice and snow. Then I dwelt in the grey mountains before returning to the east some long time ago. And a few months ago I decided to either return home or, if I couldn't find a home here anymore, try to cross the sea."
"Ah, I see. Tell me a tale of your travels in the far east and south, did you meet any of the grey people there?"
Raunion shook his head, "Nay, I think I was the first Silvan in some of those places, so did they stare and wonder at me. I encountered one darkling who had lived once in the Grey mountains and he told me where his deserted hall is hidden..."
Both elves stopped all motion and sat in complete silence, off to their right a bush rustled and to their left a scurrying sound.
Raunion and Limmon lept up, Raunion drawing his sword and spinning to the left, Limmon drawing his bow and whipping an arrow into place with lightning speed. The two stood back to back and tense as their watchers now made no attempt to conceal their movements as three giant spiders dropped down from the trees and two sprang out from the bushes at them.
"Hain dago!" Limmon shouted, rapidly firing arrow after arrow at the quickly advancing spawn of Ungoliant.
Raunion rushed at one spider that had dropped down near him. It screeched and flung itself upon him, pinning him down and raising its pincers to take a chunk out of his neck but it had forgotten the bright sword of the elf beneath it, but that was only until it felt it jabbed foreward into its soft belly and torn out to the side. It screeched again as Raunion pushed it off and brought his blade down on its head and tossed the carcas aside.
As another spider made its advance at him, Raunion looked over to see how Limmon was faring and saw that he had now switched from his long bow to a pair of long knives and was kicking some spider butt.
Raunion turned back to his own threat and grunted as his moment of inattention allowed the spider to get close enough to spit at him.
He ducked the stuff and behind him he could hear a sizzling from where the venomnous mucus had landed. The spider reared back and swiped at him with four razor sharp legs and snapped its pincers threateningly.
Raunion had to dodge the legs that threatened to slice him clean in half and rolled away as it landed once more on all legs and knocked him over with its large body.
He rolled then lept quickly up and, without hesitation, threw his sword at the charging spider. The sword killed the vile thing easily as the blade passed into its head.
Raunion pulled now his own long knives to kill anymore of the ambushing creatures but saw them retreating from he and Limmon, who had a fair ammount of spider carcasses piled in a circle around him.
"Mae carnen, mellon! You make me look bad only dispatching two while you kill," Raunion quickly counted the ugly black spider bodies, "seven of the bloody things! Mien Gott, when did you learn to weild those long knives? I did not know that they were back in style else I would have returned sooner."
Limmon smiled tiredly at the older elf's teasing. "There has been such an increase in the shadow that the spiders have been multiplying like a mathematician on a sugar buzz. This sort of attack has become almost routine these days. I claim practice in beating your count, you have been gone long enough to have gotten rusty, though you fared well with your foes aswell."
Raunion bowed his head and winked and Limmon began pulling arrow shafts from the dead creatures and slipped them back into his empty quivver.
Raunion sheathed his own knives and went to the last spider he had killed and groaned as he pulled his blade from the things head. The blood had already begun to eat away at the blade and it was hott to the touch.
"Oh for the love of Elbereth! This was my best sword," Raunion complained as parts of the metal began to chip away and fall sizzling to the ground.
"See how lethal their very blood has become? You musn't let any of it touch you or it will burn away at your skin... you haven't any wounds have you?" Limmon suddenly thought to ask.
Raunion checked himself but only found bruises where the first spider had pinned him down to the ground.
"Nay, how are you?"
Limmon shrugged, "I got a scratch on my arm but I think it was not deep enough to do harm."
Raunion recognized that tone in the younger elf's voice and grabbed Limmons left arm that he held close to his chest.
He pushed up the sleeve and saw a jagged tear going from elbow to shoulder that was dripping bright red blood. "Ai! nad dithen, I suppose, eh?"
Limmon grimanced as the elder probed the cut with a finger and shrugged, "aye, nad dithen."
Shaking his head Raunion went to his mount which had fared well itself in the short battle, two crushed spiders lay near its feet. He checked first that it had no wounds or spiders blood upon it, then rummaged though his saddlebag and found his pouch of healing stuffs.
"Come here, child."
Limmon glared at him but came over to where Raunion now crouched and pulled out a leather bag containing a paste that smelled like sage and athelas and a bundle of bandages.
Raunion pushed the sleve away from the cut and began mopping up the blood, wiping it away to reveal the wound better before applying a scoop of the cold stuff onto Limmon's torn arm.
"Ai Elbereth! What is in that stuff? Orc brew? Ai oi it stings!"
Raunion ignored the indignant remarks and began wrapping the arm in a long white bandage, tieing the end tightly and patting his patient sharply on the back. "Quit complaining, elfling."
Limmon muttered something that Raunion did not catch but could guess it wasn't anything polite and sighed.
After putting away the healing bag and securing once more that his mount wasn't harmed, Raunion forced Limmon onto his horse and led it back to the path leading to the palace of Greenwood, or Mikwood, which ever it was now.
"Raunion?"
"Man, Limmon?"
"Welcome home, mellon nin."
"Gerich faer vara, Limmon!" - You have a firey spirit, Limmon!
"Lasto lalaith nín!" - Listen to my laughter!
"Mae carnen, little one, mae carnen" - Well done, little one, well done.
"Suilad, hir nin. Melbenion i eneth nin. Man eneth lin?" - Greetings, my lord. My name is Melbenion. What is yours?
"Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín, Melbenion. Raunion i eneth nin." - A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, Melbenion. My name is Raunion.
"Avo visto!" - Do not stray!
"Losto mae" - sleep well.
"Mas bennich, Raunion?" - Where did you go?
"Man?" - What?
"Mas athradannech? Rhun? Gondor?"- Where did you travel? Rhun (east)? Gondor?
"Hain dago!" - Kill them!
"nad dithen." - just a little thing.
Thank you for your reviews:
Lyn - thanks. I know it's hard to read b/c my stupid computer won't let me save my stories to HTML anymore for some insane reason. And thanks very much for pointing out those errors, I lost my beta reader and my friends all think I'm crazy and won't read my LOTR stories. (grr) I'll try and fix them as soon as possible.
elvenswordsmith - thank you.
Anonymous reviewer - I know, I have to get my 'puter fixed so I can save in HTML. And thank you for the correction, I hate grammar in any language, Russian French German English and it is worse in Elvish. Le Hannon.
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