And there sat an Elf nicknamed Rhunedhel,
A courier sent from fair Rivendell
To seek out men from the secret Rangers
On a mission he could not reveal to strangers.

He looked at Clip and they spoke together
Of the state of the roads and next week's weather.
But step by step the topics slipped round
To news of an ambush just outside town.

Then Clip leaped up, his features working.
'Eledurima!' he shouted, 'I'm coming! I'm coming!'
He ran outdoors and into the street,
And finding no horse would have run on bare feet

Right out the Gate and on down the road
Forgetting his wagon with its fragrant load.
He would have done so, so that nothing delay him,
Had Rhunedhel not agreed to aid him.