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The night fell swiftly across the plains of Rohan, swifter than Fili, son of Dis, had anticipated. 

The dwarf started a small fire that that big enough to cook his rabbit but let the flame dim to embers after he ate. The only noises that were to be heard was the dwarf’s steady breathing and the rusling of the grass along with the soft wind. 

But enough sound was heard by the dwarrow prince, that shocked him a bit. Footsteps that followed the light of the embers. He sat up and took hold of his long daggar, before taking his water and putting the embers out. “Who is out there?”