It was nearing midnight and the force of elven archers moved on. Ala turned her head, and listened to a few of them complain about not stopping, it was getting on her nerves. She brought Zephyros to halt, and Aman stopped too.
"EXCUSE ME!!" SHe turned her horse to face the company, "I am sick and tired of hearing you all complain. If you are to tired, and to WEAK to continue, i suggest you turn back. We are not here to complain and grumble, we are here to fight. Look, I'm tired too, and so is Aman, but we have a war to win here people!!! We HAVE to save Elrond, and we have to WIN. I for one, do not want to become one of Azruk's slaves. It is up to you if u want to leave, or stay and fight, but if you stay, DO NOT complain." She turned her big black horse around, and continued.
"Dont you think that was a little harsh?" Aman asked.
"No, they have to quit whinning." Ala stated bluntly. "Tell Elenna to we will arrive in the morning."
"Alright, but Tiri, you need to relax."
Ala just rolled her eyes, and continued on.
"She seems a bit upset." Fea whispered to Aman.
"YOu would be to if you were her." Aman replied, and they continued in utter silence, and complete darkness surrounded them.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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