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[wouldnottakeit]

Faramir will not go far into the woods. He was warned about them on his arrival, and, although he has no doubt in his own skills as a ranger, he arrived with no weapons and a wound that still is not entirely healed. So he forgoes any urge to examine them more closely for now and instead sits on a large rock near enough to the woods, but within easy

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[myrddin_wyllt]

The Merlin is on his way out of the woods, actually, robes flaying in the gentle summer wind, and his face is quiet, almost at peace. He may be on his way to looking for his housemate, actually, and will nod politely at the young scholar as he passes him by.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Minas Tirith?" He frowns, thoughtfully. "The name is familiar, but Gondor is not, I'm afraid. Are you from Beleriand, then?"

Because having an elf for a housemate and Galadriel to boss him around on a regular basis (and never mind that whole Morgoth-related fail), he does have some notion of Sindarin, at least.

[wouldnottakeit]

"No. That land was lost to the sea many years ago. My time is long after the age of many of the elves in this place," he says, figuring that Merlin must know a few of them to have made that assumption.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"But of their world, nonetheless," Merlin replies, thoughtfully. "I wager that makes for an interesting encounter, if you've seen any of them."