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[arodofrohan]

*rounds a corner, slowing to a canter* Flee in fear for your liiiiives! No, seriously, get out of the way. *slows to a walk, snorts* At least the people of Rohan had the sense to run away when a Mearas was bearing down on them. *takes a quick slurp of water from a fountain* All right, I've run around a bit. Maybe I ought to return to the Houses of

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[ecthelion]

*is nearly run down, takes a moment to comprehend what he didn't really see flashing past* Roffy? *yells after the grey horse* FELAROF!

[arodofrohan]

*skids to a halt, bewildered, staring around wildly* Felarof? WHERE?! Where is he?

[ecthelion]

*runs up to Arod* Felarof, it's good to have you back, you--*crestfallen* You are not Felarof.

[arodofrohan]

*ducks head, shaking* No, I am not.

[ecthelion]

I didn't really see you clearly before. You do look familiar, however. This is not your first visit to Minas Tirith, is it?

[arodofrohan]

No, sir. I have visited this city many times. I am Arod of Rohan. You're the steward, aren't you?

[ecthelion]

*smiles* Pleased to meet you, Arod. I am Ecthelion son of Turgon. *surprised* I do not remember. Why do you ask?

[arodofrohan]

Your king has returned again.

[ecthelion]

King? We've had a few of those in the last few years. Which one is here?

[arodofrohan]

The one with the greasy hair and faint odor of squirrels. It is Aragorn. He's brought his father to the Houses of Healing.

[ecthelion]

*strokes Arod's neck* Hmm, thank you for this news. Will you walk with me to the Houses of Healing? *wry grin* You are through disrupting the city, are you not?

[arodofrohan]

Uh, sure, I can do that. *turns, begins walking back the way he came*

[ecthelion]

*paces at Arod's shoulder* His father's injury must have been serious to make Aragorn bring him all this way to Gondor. His father retired to the Shire, didn't he?

[arodofrohan]

Arathorn didn't seem all right in the head, though I cannot tell if that is any different than his normal state. I met them not far from Bree, actually.

[ecthelion]

*chuckles* Those Rangers are a breed apart, certainly. You journeyed with them, then? I thought the Mearas were very particular about keeping company with bipeds?

[arodofrohan]

*startled to hear that word come out of the mouth of a, well, biped, snorts* Well, this was something of an emergency. And Arathorn seems like a good biped.

I, uh, had an ulterior motive, as well. *eyes the man*