After several minutes of walking, Ever stopped an Elf and asked where he could find food. The Elf laughed, pointed, and walked away laughing. Ever stared after him for several seconds, shrugged, and hurried off in the direction the Elf had pointed.
Tanos followed Emara to where Arathorn and the Dunedain were resting.
"Tanos?" Arathorn exclaimed, rising to his feet. "My goodness, you've been in battles since you left!"
"The scar?" Tanos laughed, fingering the scar on his chin. "Yes, I suppose I have. But you have not been resting much either."
"I am worn out," Arathorn answered. "Too much fighting to be done. We rest for a little while."
"A well deserved rest, I'm sure," Tanos said. Arathorn sighed and nodded.
"But we cannot rest for long," he said. "Orcs do not wait for us to rest. I feel we'll be leaving again soon."