A flicker of pride touched him at the wisdom of his Marchwarden, even as it clashed with dread. Celeborn stepped around a tree branch, a light touch to the bark in wordless greeting.
"Your judgement is sound. Trust it." Light praise for what was earned. "Where have you heard of its return?"
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Date: 2015-06-28 11:31 pm (UTC)"Your judgement is sound. Trust it." Light praise for what was earned. "Where have you heard of its return?"