To my wood-dwelling reader. It is quite alright. That was not nearly as stupid as some of the things I do. I have common sense. Seriously I do, but sometimes it is entirely forsaken. Like when I do things like saying an adorable dog is extremely rabid to a stranger, thinking it funny. Now, that can be considered very stupid. There were details involved, don't worry, it didn't come out of nowhere. Okay enough with the embarassing of myself. On to the story!

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"Well we can't wait here until they kill you!" The magician spoke harshly his eyes blazing with an intense emerald fire in them as if he were extremely excited. "What are we waiting for? Move!" He commanded to us pulling me forward.

I wasn't stupid I heard the words 'kill you' and I ran for it. Assassins were not exactly the people I would tango with. Have us go at it with a sword and I have no problems at all with the attempted killing, but an assassin would do well in this crowded market place. It was the perfect plan. Take me out around thousands of people. Who would guess it was you who had aimed the arrow if you were up high enough in a shady loft? I ducked down realizing the advantage of the rooftops and continued scooting through the jammed crowd behind the mysterious alchemist.

Eomer hollered behind me, "Whatever are we doing?"

Faramir bellowed, "Running! That is what we are doing! Keep going!"

I knocked into a short and plump red-haired woman making her dump a bucket of seed in my path, and I leaped over the mess muttering an apology and throwing a gold peice at her. I continued ahead but I had no idea where I was going. I was only following the dark hair of the tall elf in front of me. I didn't even know his name. I would need it to either scream at him with it later if this all turned out to be a wild goose chase or to use it to thank him with if there actually was a real threat. I felt stupid running like that.

"My name is Amaden" The elf spoke over his shoulder.

"But I didn't-"

"We can speak of that later. Now... ah Lemnon's shop. Here we go. Hurry inside." The elf named Amaden waved us towards the shop entrance.

"But-" I said but was cut off by his hand gesturing for quiet.

"Be silent. We do not wish to attract unwanted attention. Come now."

Amaden's lips opened as his forehead furrowed, "Watch out!" He pushed me forward and held out his hand behind where I was standing.

There was a sharp TWANG TWANG sound from about two-hundred feet distant.

Amaden stretched his arm out in a fluid spontaneous motion to a point just behind my head before i could even see what had happened. His out held hand began emanating a emerald glow and from his real hand stretched another hand, illumanted emerald green, which emerged and reached out quickly. It grabbed the one arrow, and in the blink of an eye it incinterated to the consistency of dust. A second later the emerald hand grabbed the other arrow that was swirling towards me and did the same work with it.

I blinked, astounded, "You knew it was coming before it came! For some reason I think that you aren't telling-"

"-Hurry up for god's sake woman get inside!" He looked back at me.

TWANG TWANG

These arrows were also caught as the hand stretched out on in a large emerald aura and caught an arrow two fists length from my eye.

"Run! Let's go!" Amaden the proven magician bellowed in a deep voice.

Faramir, Eomer, Boromir, and I followed the dark elf into the shop.

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Sorry that this is so very short but I want to go to bed and enjoy rest while I can still have it. Besides, I tire of listening to the slash 'em, dice 'em movie that is blaring in the next room. It is like Jason 10 or something like that. How very creative.... Chop. Chop. Slash. Splurt. Thud. Splat. Ahh!