I had to keep going. The storm had passed, the rain was soft. My horse seemed to want to hit the road again, I climbed on it without squeezing it. I doubled Oatbarton leaving the generous Hobbits and found myself in Evendim. The goal seemed finally to be within reach, according to the indications that had been given to me. I decided to set up my last camp on a hill after a good day's walk.
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The Battalion
