He was running. He hated it, but he was running. Round and round. 1,200 miles was the total distance around Mirkwood. Aregon had been an outlawed ranger elf/human/eagle for quite some time now, after his father, Aragorn, had died. He had volunteered to help men and elves for the past two years in wars. It was the way he lived, and he had survived it all.

Physical exercise was very important to him now. He had recently been spying on Angmar and Ellnor in Minas Morgûl when he found out that there was a prophecy that two human Eagles were to be brought together to bring the race of the Eagles back to Middle Earth. Aregon shuddered at the though. 'It's a big job for a guy like me. I'm already 19 and I don't even know what this female human Eagle looks like!' He thought, 'And how in the world am I supposed to bring the whole race back?! I don't think I even WANT to reproduce that much! It's easy for Angmar and Ellnor. They are lovebirds. I wouldn't be surprised if Ellnor is already pregnant.' Aregon shrugged away the thought as he realized he was at a slow pace now. "If I'm ever gonna meet this lady, I gotta look in shape for it." He hated it when he spoke to himself. 'What if the other Eagle doesn't like it?' He thought rapidly. He instantly came to a stop and smacked himself with a branch that had been blown off a tree from a recent storm.

Aregon finally decided he was done for today. Well, almost. He still had to hunt. Aregon almost fell at the thought of more exercise. He brought his hands to his face and moaned. "Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh..........this day just got a whole lot more boring," he said. Shoulders sagging in tiredness, Aregon walked over to a hollow where he kept his bow and arrow, daggers, sword, and many other things. The cow hide, holding all his accessories, instantly rolled out all of his stuff into the muddy ground. 'Great,' he thought. 'Just more work I have to do. I always enjoyed cleaning the feathers on my arrows. Not.'