[Oh, no. He doesn't want Julien flying out of the air, or getting picked up by a preying pterosaur. Strider holds up a hand, his left -- the one not holding the sword. He speaks a few words of Elvish the old language, the one that all animals understand:]
Julien, tolo nin!
[Lit: "come to me" -- his sidekick will be safest on Strider's shoulder. Both of them could be defended at once that way, and defense might be necessary very soon. Julien was right about the large prehistoric creature thundering their way.]
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Elvishthe old language, the one that all animals understand:]Julien, tolo nin!
[Lit: "come to me" -- his sidekick will be safest on Strider's shoulder. Both of them could be defended at once that way, and defense might be necessary very soon. Julien was right about the large prehistoric creature thundering their way.]