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Ch. 2
A young mortal man stood off in the distance and watched as the Fellowship started to settle down by the entrance to the mines that remained closed because of the disposition of the moon. The character had been following and spying on the Fellowship since they had come back down the mountains and he didn't intend to stop now. He knew it would be difficult to see him, even for the elf. He had midnight black hair and extremely dark eyes which examined the company's every move. The clothes he wore watched his surroundings extraordinarily well; a moss-green cloak, brown leggings, black overcoat, leather boots. He was in perfect camouflage.
He silently crept closer to the party as some of them started to drift into sleep. Hunched over and close to the ground, he suddenly cursed to himself when he realized that they had made the elf keep guard. It made sense, of course. Elves don't need sleep so it would be no trouble at all for the immortal fellow to stand guard over his band. However, it was trouble for the rogue.
Minding himself to remain silent, the young man disappeared back to where he left his horse, Barmawa. She was a beautiful chestnut and was sweet in nature, but the rogue took no notice and always treated her roughly. He grabbed her harshly by the bridle and led her back to where he was only a moment ago.
The rogue picked a rock and, keeping an eye on the elf, threw it to the right of him. The elf's head jerked up and he stared off in that direction.
"Come on, then." The man said softly as he let go of the horse and slapped her rump. Barmawa let out a small neigh and immediately took off at a slow canter in the track off her owner's throw.
The rogue grinned to himself as he saw the elf leave his post to go find the horse. He knew Barmawa would keep going for a bit and she wouldn't want to be led back by a stranger, so the man quietly sneaked out of under his cover.
As he moved closer, he could see that the company slept deeply. Snores were echoing in stereo and it was clear that they weren't going to wake up any time soon.
He carefully walked over to where the sacks laid. Checking to make sure the elf wasn't coming back; he practically ripped the pack apart. A couple of apples dropped to the ground, followed by bread and a canteen. He stopped short, looked over at the sleeping bodies to reassure himself, and then snatched up the food.
Suddenly the rogue knew that he had not checked carefully enough; a cold blade was now pressing against the fair skin on his neck.