Glorfindel reined Asfolath to a halt at the top of the ridge and looked down at the little valley below him, a half-smile crossing his face. Two horses grazed peacefully next to the stream, not far from a small camp. There was a shelter made of some kind of cloth, draped over a frame of supporting sticks, and there looked to be the remains of a campfire not far from the tent structure.

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