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Disclaimer I do not own Tolkien's lovely work.
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Haldir lightly pressed a cloth to his swollen, bleeding lip. Above him, his brothers scanned the field outside of the northern woods, estimating how many Orcs roamed close to Lórien borders. Orc usually wanted nothing to do with the woods, but on occashion they did drift to close. Forceing the elves to deal with them.
Orophin pulled back from his post, then climbed down next to Haldir. Humor hardly hid in his eyes as he looked at Haldir nursing one of his many new bruises.
'Still fussing over your injuries?' Orophin asked.
Haldir's face dropped further. 'How many Orcs did you see?'
'Four, maybe five dozen.'
'More of them then last time. We should go report this to Lord Celeborn.'
'I disagree brother, we can take them out ourselves.'
'No Orophin, there is only five elves in the northern woods, five against that many is foolish.' Haldir reminded coldly.
'Then what do you sagest we do?' Orophin asked.
'Rúmil.' Haldir called taking the cloth off his lip. 'Go to Lord Celeborn and tell him of the Orcs, see if you can get anymore elves out here, I'll keep look out with Orophin.'
Rúmil disappeared into the forest of Lórien without a word. Haldir shifted his weight on the branch so that he could climb up higher to spy on the Orcs.
Upset by his brothers decision, Orophin continued to stare at where Rúmil left. Part of him wanted to go out alone, but he respected Haldir to much to let emotions get control. Suddenly something dawned on him.
'Haldir, something's wrong.'
'Nothing is wrong Orophin.'
'Yes there is, the humans got back past the Orcs, and were we waiting for someone from Mirkwood?'
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I sagest a song to ya all, 'Stealing like a Hobbit.' By Luke Ski. I apologize for the short chapter, was not feeling the best for these last few days. Yet again it's up to you guys to decide. Did someone come from Mirkwood? If so whom? And maybe why?
Disclaimer I do not own Tolkien's lovely work.
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Haldir lightly pressed a cloth to his swollen, bleeding lip. Above him, his brothers scanned the field outside of the northern woods, estimating how many Orcs roamed close to Lórien borders. Orc usually wanted nothing to do with the woods, but on occashion they did drift to close. Forceing the elves to deal with them.
Orophin pulled back from his post, then climbed down next to Haldir. Humor hardly hid in his eyes as he looked at Haldir nursing one of his many new bruises.
'Still fussing over your injuries?' Orophin asked.
Haldir's face dropped further. 'How many Orcs did you see?'
'Four, maybe five dozen.'
'More of them then last time. We should go report this to Lord Celeborn.'
'I disagree brother, we can take them out ourselves.'
'No Orophin, there is only five elves in the northern woods, five against that many is foolish.' Haldir reminded coldly.
'Then what do you sagest we do?' Orophin asked.
'Rúmil.' Haldir called taking the cloth off his lip. 'Go to Lord Celeborn and tell him of the Orcs, see if you can get anymore elves out here, I'll keep look out with Orophin.'
Rúmil disappeared into the forest of Lórien without a word. Haldir shifted his weight on the branch so that he could climb up higher to spy on the Orcs.
Upset by his brothers decision, Orophin continued to stare at where Rúmil left. Part of him wanted to go out alone, but he respected Haldir to much to let emotions get control. Suddenly something dawned on him.
'Haldir, something's wrong.'
'Nothing is wrong Orophin.'
'Yes there is, the humans got back past the Orcs, and were we waiting for someone from Mirkwood?'
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I sagest a song to ya all, 'Stealing like a Hobbit.' By Luke Ski. I apologize for the short chapter, was not feeling the best for these last few days. Yet again it's up to you guys to decide. Did someone come from Mirkwood? If so whom? And maybe why?