Characters: Aragorn, The Fellowship
Disclaimer: Tolkien fecit – Kortirion only embroiders the edges.
He threw away the stick he’d twisted to shreds. The sap, rubbed between finger and thumb, formed a gummy ball. He stared at the green-brown pellet without seeing, his mind far away…
“Here.” Legolas, handed him a leaf. “If you do not wipe that away before it hardens, you must scrape it off with a knife.”
Aragorn took the leaf and stood up. He’d scratched a rough map in the sand.
“Frodo will go that way. We must travel... there…” he pointed.
“Come! We must run!”
Aragorn couldn’t bear to think about who took the river’s path… over The Falls.