Aearion looked up and nodded,

"Alright then, uh... Let us go." He then took off in the direction he assumed to be the market, and fortunatly he was right.

"Now, they have probably moved the stalls around somewhat... Do you see any with lots of ointment bottles anywhere?"

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Atalante caught his sleeve to pull him out of the path of a loaded wagon. "Here, follow me," she told him, her hand still resting on his arm to guide him. "They're just here - which ones will you need?"

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Tarannon bowed his head again, regretfully this time. "No my lord, unfortunately, there was no way I could tell which direction it was coming from. It's tracks were confused and often led in circles, and I could not spare the time to trace them all the way back to their source. However, if you deem it necessary, I could go, with those of Elvish blood, and see where it came from."

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Aearion seemed slightly surprised when Atalante pulled him aside, although he was grateful that she was here, things would be much worse without a guide here, the loud noises and fussing people made it so hard to hear everything going on... He then followed Atalante to wherever she was leading them.

"Alright.. The man who is selling them should know me, and what I want... But please tell him that we need a few extra athelas leaves, and two extra rolls of bandages." Aearion then remembered that he was with a lady, and not his brother. "Please." He blushed ever so slightly, he was not one to forget manners.

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Atalante peered into the stall, not seeing anyone. "I don't see him," she told Aearion, and looked down at the array of flasks and boxes of various useful things. "It looks like whatever you might need is here, though."

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Vanwawen just fallowed a few paces behind, looking at the contents of all the stalls as they passed them by.

Eruraina looked to Tarannon.
"I will go with you to hunt down that orc's origin if you like!"

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"No," interrupted Thranduil with a tone of finality. "To do so would be folly - our scouting party has already gone and likely they will find out. There is no need to be chasing after lost orcs, when we need warriors here."

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Eruraina smiled, and bowed.
"Lord Thandril, I didn't see you come in here." she said ,"But, of course I am not the one to stay in one place for very long. I grow restless easily," she responded to Thandril...

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"You are welcome to go where you will," said Thranduil, bowing, "but I would very much prefer it if you all stayed here, what with our messengers disappearing and rumors of Dol Guldur inhabited again."

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Eruraina sighed, and nodded, knowing her husband, who was a gost, was one to disapear.
"But how can you catch something that isn't solid, or kill someone who is already dead?" she mumbled to herself, refuring to her husband, Locien...

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Aearion sighed. Great.

"Alright... Well, that could pose a problem... I ussually pick up many things... But most of the time it is with Maeron, my foster brother. He or my foster father... I havn't a clue how to descibe the things I need to you. Most of it I don't even know what kind of stuff it is. I know athelas and bandages only because my father informed me that we needed more... I didn't know there was athelas to be found around here." Aearion looked somewhat clueless to everthing around him, and due to his frustration, his glased green eyes began to wander everywhere, making him look peticularily odd.

"I would simply go and ask ada or Maeron, but they are both in Lorien at the moment, or at least on their way there. They left about five days ago, they're visiting family..." Aearion stopped there, not wanting to go into that subject. It made him feel as if he wasn't part of their family. He shrugged.

"I don't know what to do. We could just--wait for the man, Thalion, to come back, but it might be a while... He's always disappearing... Reminds me an awful lot of Strider."

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"There's plenty of time," said Atalante mildly. "We can wait - I'm sure he'll be back soon."

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As the day progressed, the small group of scouts traveled further into Mirkwood, and the woods got darker - not that they weren't always dark to a degree, but as they drew closer to Dol Guldur an almost imperceptible haze seemed to obscure the sky. It wasn't noticeable, even for the Elves, but it made the bright day gloomier than it was wont to be.

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Aearion sighed.

"Alright... Do you want to wait here, or go and find something to eat? Personally, I'd rather go and look around to see if ada left any food in the house..." He looked rather smug at the comment, but otherwise was jesting about his father's tendency to take large amounts of food and herbs with himself on trips.

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"I wouldn't mind looking around a bit," said Atalante, looking brightly about her at the various things displayed in stalls around him. "There are so many interesting things here."

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Aearion nodded and started walking around slowly.

"Aye, there are many fine craftmen in these woods... I wish I could only see they're work... But I will say that the chefs around here are particulary good. They had increadibly good tarts last time I was here... Although that was a while ago. And if those rangers who visited here had any sense they would bring the elf who made said tarts with them! Considering their skill in cooking... Which isn't much." He smirked lightly at the memory of having rangers stay in Mirkwood. Or it was Mirkwood at the time anyway, now that he thought of it, Aearion hadn't been here in a long time.

"So, a little browsing while I go find lunch?"

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"Yes, I would like that very much," laughed Atalante. "Let me know if you need any help - though I suppose the smell of food is quite enough to enable you to find it?"

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