Maeralagos' shoulders started back from their slightly forward-hunched in observance posture. Dumbly, he sat down on the dirt, looking back up at the others around them.
"Half a moment," he breathed to them, and the small crowd dispersed, to go about whatever else needed their own individual attention. He looked back at Telpeheled. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just didn't know what to say. To tell the truth, whenever I've been in a situation to tend to a wounded youth such as you, he's never asked anyone to speak, again," his eyes dropped to the ground. That had been a morbid thing to say. He looked back up at Telpeheled. "What happened to you just then? What did you see?"
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" Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"
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