Rûdhchamion cast a glance at the elf he had just fought. He looked at Anarya questioningly. There was more to Mornovarion than meets the eye he thought, and by Anarya’s look she knew the cause of this event. The strange elf had fought with the strength of thrice of what Rûdhchamion had deemed he had. He replaced his hunting jeweled knife at his side.
“Beware of him then, he may be more than what he has told you,” he whispered grimly to Anarya. “ And watch yourself, your Elvenking may not take too kindly to any pleas in the light of what just occurred.”
He brushed himself off and returned before Thranduil. He stayed a few feet from Mornovarion, watching him closely. He noticed Sauche near the throne, holding a spear, looking warily at the elf who was now before the Elvenking. Legolas was also alert by his father's side. The elven prince looked at Rûdhchamion for a moment, then returned his gaze back to the strange elf.
Hearing Mornovarion’s reply to Thranduil, Rûdhchamion’s brow furrowed, one slightly raising.
Dark Lord?
Rûdchamion turned to look towards Tinuiel.
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