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Looking Forward
Gildor looked about the shelter.
For over two Ages, his people had found this cave and occupied it while the snows made it too difficult to travel. The curved roof of rock had blackened with the soot of numberless cooking fires; the rocks that bordered the fire pits had darkened with repeated usage.
His people had been happy, moving from place to place and enjoying the life of the Wild - as had been the nature of the Eldar of long ago. He did not regret their ways.
And now he wondered, would they be allowed to wander in Valinor?