It had been a long while since Legolas had left, but the patrols had kept their vigilance. As was expected of them. They had earned Thranduil’s displeasure before, and had no plans of doing so again. The tall elf was on patrol and a commotion had caught his attention. He had run ahead of his companions.
Rinurion saw the stranger leaning over the unconscious female elf he often saw at the kitchens. As he crept silently unnoticed towards him, he noticed he wiping blood off her face. It was another male elf, but unlike the one who had gained the Elvenking’s pardon. He readied his bow.
“Halt, stranger! What is your business in the Greenwood? Intruders are not welcome here.”
He was wary, and kept his arrow aimed at the stranger. He heard his companions’ footsteps drew near.
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