Rûdhchamion watched as Legolas disappeared into the trees. He could not help but smile to himself. It was obvious, the elf prince had a bit of his father’s insight in him. The dark elf would not forget the trust the ElvenKing had placed upon him, nor Legolas’ words. He turned to the young elf maiden.
“I am quite hesitant, Anarya Silverbranch, to have you at my side, with unknown peril ahead. Do not misunderstand my words, I doubt not thy skill, for that I have already witnessed.”
She looked indignant and her stubbornness was resurfacing. “Prince Legolas himself, has given me leave to go in his stead,” she crossed her arms and continued, her brows raising, “And if I recall quite correctly, it was you who was wounded in battle.”
He stared at her dumbfounded. A smile slowly formed at the corner of his lips. “Oh, very well. But we best rest awhile and plan our move before continuing. His tracks will be easy to follow, even at night.”
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