The sky was dark and cloudy, and Katrandil was making her way to Imladris alone, clad in nothing but some rags that made her look like a Dunlending. How she came to the possession of them, no-one knows. With nothing but the shards of a broken sword and a pouch of water, she was trying to find shelter in the night.
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