The village of Bree is alive with the preparations that happen during spring in this part of Eriador. The farms are awash in a flurry of activity and those inhabitants of the town that make a living by artisanal work are no less busy. The whole town is awash in activities of every sort. In the chief inn of Bree however at the place called the Prancing Pony there is an elderly looking gentleman whose chief color seems to be grey leans back at the table he is sitting at with a few others and says "My friends I trust your trip to meet me here was not too strenuous?"

Looking dubiously around the half-full common room, Narieth pulls her hood closer and gestures with her pipe towards her mud-spattered boots of soft leather.  "Nothing worse than the spring rains and a few puddles on the road," she replies in a low tone, "until we got here, that is.  I'd forgotten the way they look at outsiders around here."
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Already seated at table with the elderly gentleman is another who could hardly be more opposite in appearance. He appears to be in the very flower of youth compared to the wizened man and where the colours of the elder are subdued, white hair, grey clothing, the younger has hair of coppery red and stormy grey eyes that shine brightly. His clothing is very well made, a finely stitched tunic and his brow adorned by a fine silver circlet that holds his hair back. In almost all ways he stands out from the patrons of the tavern as well, though he seems to pay this fact no mind, appearing quite comfortable despite the obvious difference. When he speaks his voice is high and clear.

"The roads and trails are easy to follow in the spring after a sequestered winter! My legs yearned to walk again, and I was surprised to hear from an envoy from Mithlond that you had asked for those with a will to aid to await you in Bree. It is not every year that Mithrandir gathers folks for business of some kind, and my curiousity could not be sated. I made my way here post haste -- and I wonder now, who else has this call reached?"

Celegnor folds his arms across his chest, gaze flitting across those within the tavern, searching for any others that might stand out from the crowd.

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Eradan took a seat across from his cousin, buying an ale for himself. "You're right, cousin. I forgot about that, but beyond that, the journey wasn't too difficult."

"Aye, weren't very difficult, 'cept me arse be saddle sore... Durned long ride it were.  Nuthin' an ale or two won't cure."

He said as he waved a Barmaid over to fetch him a couple of ales.  He stood as his posterior was not for want of a seat right now.

"I was expectin' ta meet me friend 'ere, a wee fella... a 'obbit... 'e's always wanderin' off that one... 'is names Gundolph Bolger... goes by Gunner to 'is friends... anyways, I'll keep me eye open fer 'im"

He quickly downed the first ale when it arrived and took his time on the second.
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“ I am glad to know your journeys here were easy relatively speaking of course. As for our hobbit friend I half expected him to be late he probably went back for some pocket handkerchiefs. Though I assure you every hobbit I have had the pleasure of knowing is as fierce as a dragon in a pinch.” As he is saying this Gandalf produces a cloth map of Eriador and lays it on the table. “Now my friends let’s get down to the business before us I need some brave individuals to go to Mount Gram and spy on the orcs that make that place their home if it looks like they are preparing for war I need you to warn the rangers. Can I entrust this task to you?” As soon as he says the last part Gandalf sits back and lights his pipe and starts to blow smoke rings while he waits for an answer.

*Snap*

The sound emits from Celegnor's hands as he claps them together before his body and leans forward, a half grin curling up the right corner of his lips.

"Mithrandir, you can be assured that I will take up this task. Not only were my legs disquiet after the long winter, but also my sword arm. This will be a fine way to bring in the spring. Mount Gram is near enough to Imladris that I have had many meetings with the Rangers of those parts and they are a fine folk. Rest assured that I would happily warn them, and if in their councils they are moved to take up arms, that I would join them in battle as well. Not every Elf of Rivendell remains sequestered with no thoughts of glory and valour!"

Rubbing his hands together before setting them upon the table, he continues, asking of the others,

"And you have the look of folks who traveled and faced peril before. Well met, and if you will take up this task I would gladly venture beside you. I am Celegnor of Rivendell, friend of the Dunedain and champion of the lands north of the Bruinen."
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