The captain of the guards of Greenwood nodded in respect to Gandalf, unable to express his sorrow at his King's treatment of the wizard and his plea, but clearly sympathetic.
Gandalf turned and huffed slightly, letting his anger at the monarch pass from him. Smiling once again, he passed his gaze across the group, his face sobering as he realized that some of them may not be able to return once this quest was over.
"I must let you begin your journey alone," he began. Some mutters began among the group, but were quickly squashed. "I must consult with Saruman the Wise on this matter, and I fear that the spies of Morder may already be aware of our mission. I will send aid where I can, however." He smiled. "Sometimes it is in the smallest of decisions that the course of the ages may be determined. Watch out for one another, and head south. I will meet you when I am able. In the meantime, I have arranged for a guide."
A tall elf, golden haired and lithe, stepped from the forest.
"Here against his father's wishes is another Prince of Greenwood, Findecano, son of Thranduil. None know yet of his coming, except now the sixteen gathered here. He will take you on the road to the south and protect you in your quest as needed."
Findecano surveyed the group, his keen eyes taking in those among the travelers and seeming to know their very thoughts.
"We will ride first for Imladris, known to many of you as Rivendell. There, an old friend of mine wants to meet you, and he will likely ride with us for a time. Let us depart now, and bide farewell to these hushed woods."
The Agents of Mordor needed no conversation. Their orders were clear, and their daggers were sharp. They watched, preparing to strike as soon as opportunity arose.
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