(A/N- Not much to say. Except that this chappie title means Hunting. And that I'm sry 'bout my slip in language the beginning of chappie 6. With 'the word' that I said. Or wrote. Oops me. Sry!!!
~Lady Arabella Sedai)
Chapter 7- Fara"They came this way," I stated, picking up a piece of fabric. "I'd guess only an hour or two ago."
"Really." Arwen and I had been traveling for days now. This was the closest we had got to the Fellowship. It was only a few days to the Gate of Moria, the only landmark around here. I don't know if that was for certain where they were going, but who knows?
"They camped here, because here's a hidden fire pit. The ashes are fresh."
"We're close," she responded, fingering her sword, belted at her waist. I didn't had a spare hand to finger my sword, Vanimael (T- Beautiful Star), for I was carrying my strung bow, arrow nocked. We looked nothing like we had when we had left Rivendell. Instead of the gowns and riding dresses, we wore (A/N- Er…how should I explain…well, u know what Legolas wears? They r wearing something similar to that.) the fighting outfit of the Elves, in shades of green and brown. We did have gowns and such with us, but packed away in our bags. We didn't have horses anymore, as the road was too hard. We had let them loose, hoping that they'd go to Mirkwood rather than Rivendell.
I spun as I heard a rustle in the bushes behind me. "Is anyone there?" I asked. "Tula lye (T- Come to us)!"
"Lle quena lambe tel' Eldalie (T- Do you speak Elvish?)?" responded a familiar voice from the bush. It sounded like…
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Ooo. Cliffhanger!!! Hehe! Well, actually, I probably will put up the next chappie, so review if u want, otherwise check for the next chappie!!!