What was that, an elf, a dwarf, a gnome? A half-guessed figure half-seen through a tunnel of rock. An endless stairway that could be descending from Rivendell, Lothlórien or perhaps escaping from the lands of Mordor to green Ithilien beyond. Where will this creature lead me? Where will I go today? I hurry, for he is fleet.
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