The three dark elves had been observing the riders in the distance for a few hours. Something had drawn Rûdhchamion towards them to follow. Galain had merely raised a brow and shrugged, Gorath had followed his brother’s lead.
Their eldest kin had simply told them that what they sought for would be soon revealed. Galain had kept silent, for he had felt that his older kin would soon depart. But he also felt that what was before him and his brother, they could not avoid.
They followed the riders on foot at first, then as they were a few leagues closer, Rûdhchamion had seen several horses running about. The elves had beckoned to the willing animals and had rode slowly at first towards where they had spied the riders across the plain.
“Is it wise to be seen so?” Queried Gorath, his eldest kin nodded. Galain kept silent as he kept his thought to himself.
As they came closer, they detected a note of alarm from the riders. One, a female elf said something to another female. The human female seemed to be the leader of the riders. She spurred her horse and as they drew even closer.
When she was a few yards from them she slowed and called 'The Lady of the Swan Wood asks thee thine names!'
The Dark Elf looked at her with his grey sharp eyes, he halted his companions. Both Galain and Gorath watched keenly the exchange. They noticed the elf maiden who was observing them guardedly.
“I am Rûdhchamion of Leog Ningloron, near the eaves of Greenwood, Kingdom of the Elvenking. These are my kin, Galain and Gorath,” the two elves nodded in silent greeting.
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