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[the map is, as Childermass expected of a man like Faramir, quite easy to follow. he has Neena wrap some of her fresh cheese biscuits and a little pot of roasted fall vegetables in a basket, which he tucks a small bottle of good brandy into as well: the sort of things that help chase away the lonely cold of a rainy night. being a Yorkshire man, the wet doesn't bother him, nor does the walk, and he tramps his way downshore until he sees the promised light of the fire. once he's near enough to be seen, he whistles: a sign of his presence without calling the troll's name and alerting any possible unfriendly folk in the vicinity]