Rûdhchamion was still as he stood watch. The dark elf had left the young wolf resting inside the large tree and positioned himself between the two trees, hiding among the gnarling roots. He was alert for any sound and movement that was not of the forest. His sharp elven hearing heard even the leaves that rustled in the evening breeze ever so slightly.
It was true that he had not planned getting this far… at least not with companions. He had planned on coming alone. He sighed inwardly. How did he get entangled with the Elvenking’s troubles? He had simply wanted revenge for the senseless killing of his people. The killings were so coincidental to the beginning of trouble in Greatwood, nay, it was Mirkwood now. For even he, whose people had never troubled themselves with their kinsman could not but suspect the connection to all of it. An evil and dark connection.
A faint sound from his right caused him to stir. He cast a glance at where the pup was resting, but decided to scout alone a few meters ahead. Taking his bow, he crept silently towards the noise.
”What is it Rûdhchamion?”
The dark elf was nearly startled off his wits by the white pup who had stirred noiselessly. Quietly! I heard something ahead. Stay- He was just about to tell Khelek to stay where he was when he felt the white wolf’s muzzle touch his palm. Oh nevermind, come with me if you want, but keep quiet.
The white wolf hesitated a second to look back where the maidens were, then followed the dark elf.
[ September 18, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ]
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