Aethylwen breathed in the morning air and groaned as she sat up. After 12 days traveling afoot, she felt every one of her 35 years upon her. She dimly recalled a time, 18 years ago, when she felt that the trip from Lossarnach to Minas Tirith had spanned the whole of Middle Earth, and smiled slightly at the memory. Her companion was nowhere in sight, but Aethylwen was used to it. Berengol would often scout ahead before they broke camp in the mornings. She had no idea how far they had traveled, but she felt sure they were getting close.
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Gondor to Rohan
