The Summons RPG

[Earendil Halfelven]

Aravir walked quietly. He hadn't said much. He enjoyed watching the others argue with eachother. But he became alarmed when Islist pointed his arrow at Durvagor. At that point, his opinion of Islist changed somewhat. However, he didn't really care that he had tortured the orc. It was an animal that had received a taste of its own medicine.

He knew that being too close Dol Goldur meant that they were in a lot of danger. Sauron would definately try to stop the Dúnedain from answering Aragorn's call. After they defeated the orc party, Aravir knew that Dol Goldur would muster a more formidable company against them.

He didn't feel that his arrows were going to be of much use here in the forest. They were too many trees and brush in the way. You'd waste time finding a target among all the greenery. Instead, he drew his sword, and kept it in front of him. Aravir did not look at the ground. Instead, he strained his ears to hear the slightest sound. He felt that something was already on its way.