Spinning Compass Comunications

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My roommate is dead. I can't move him as the scent is far too strong for me to handle. He's not been dead long, but my senses are stronger than most. Could someone please help me?

It is with my deepest regret that I must say that Aragorn, son of Arathorn, has succumbed to the fever. Lord Eärendil, if you wish to look upon your descendant one last time, I can fend off these healers from taking him until such time you arrive. And if anyone has seen or heard of the Lady Arwen, I incur you not to silence your tongue.

And I must confess that, even if the dwarves and my uncle Bilbo do not appear to know of me yet, I will try to seek out their company after my affairs here have been finished off. If there's anyone who can alert them of my presence here - and perhaps clarify the situation somewhat, I would be in your debt.