They could not go on much longer. The survivors of Ost-in-Edhil were at the end of their endurance, and needed shelter and rest even more than they needed food.
Elrond stopped, listening to the distant murmur of the river Bruinen as he considered their path. The lands between here and Lindon were empty and hostile, even if they followed the Dwarven road west. But where then? The north offered no shelter, and the mountain passes were held by Orcs. But there were deep valleys at the feet of the mountains, where they could lie low for a season or two…
Written for Erulisse's birthday, May 2011
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