[center][h2][b][color=f7976a]Vamyr Turambar[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Vamyr had been riding back towards Rohan via the North-South road since morning, though he had alternated between walking and riding every few miles to keep Fred fresh. He wasn’t in a great hurry anyway. Ultimately, he had found nothing. The king of Rohan was a mere shell of his former self, and where he scoffed the need to help, his people had become grim and withdrawn. Gondor would receive no aid from the Riders, and no one further north was close enough to offer any aid. Without anything favorable to report, haste meant little. There would be no help, regardless of his arrival on the morrow or in four moons.

He gently slowed Fred at a passing well and decided to take a moment to water the horse. The soldier first swished some water about his mouth to test the flavor of it before dumping a bucketful of water into the makeshift trough next to the well for Fred. They could probably take the time to camp in the next few hours, and reach Gondor in a week or so. He was readying to mount Fred and move on when a soft flap of wings marked the arrival of a small bird. It was the color that gave him pause though. White doves were a rarity in the wild. Slowly, so as to not scare it, the guardsman shook his foot free of the stirrup and approached the delicate bird carefully, though it didn’t seem afraid. The message tied to its leg stood out as it scooted closer along the well towards him, and Vamyr reached out to untie it, hands shaking. He hadn’t thought that the rangers had access to this kind of delivery, but to send something in this manner, it had to be of utmost importance.

He barely glanced at the silver pin that fell into his hand, instead reading the message aloud, to his horse.
[center][color=bc8dbf]”Dear Vamyr Turambar

Troubles have found me here, hindered me, unabling me to reach you myself. I am sure you will forgive me, for rhere is indeed a darkness looming above us all beyond the mortal sense. I have watched you, studied you, and, having been greatly gladdened by your adventurous spirit, discovered you might be a perfect candidate for my quest in the far Northern reaches. By all that you hold dear, meet by December 25 in [url=http://i.imgur.com/GBorh75.jpg]the village of Angfort[/url], and be not a day late! We must haste!

P.S.
Forget not the silver pin I have sent you! Wear it, tie your cloak with it, for the others must know! 

Cormamin lindua ele lle,

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[color=f7976a]”Well, looks like we aren’t going home afterall."[/color] He swung into the saddle and turned about, towards the north. It would be a hard travel to get there in time. There would be no rest tonight. He didn’t know who had sent the message, but he was going to find out.