"Run, Rin" Fearan shouted. The grey mare lept into a gallop. Small stones pelted him, cutting his exposed flesh. He threw the hood of his cloak over his head for better coverage.

The eyes seemed to slide down the trunk of the tree and the stones stopped. The eyes were pure white, with no irises or pupil. A faint light seemed to shine from them....but it could only have been a reflection from the moon, the eyes scurried to a place in the now deserted clearing and stopped. Another pair of eyes appered, blinked once and vanished. The first pair slowly survayed the whole clearing before following the second.

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Fearan glanced hurrridley behind him, in time to see the faint glow by a tree. Could they be eyes? Another pair joined, and then the points of light blinked out. "Did you see that?" Fearan shouted.

Too busy escaping, Meleth failed to notice the eyes or their movement, but slowed as the stones stopped pelting her and looked around, turning halfway to make sure Fearan and Miriel were safe. She looked quite disturbed. "See what?" she asked. "And that wasn't Dernhelm," she asserted. "It's not like him. Something else is out there." She turned back around and urged Minuial into a trot, looking about uneasily.

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In her panic Miriel had grabbed Fearan's arm, when she saw two pair of glowing eyes in the darkness.
"I did.." she said with a hoarse voice, letting go Fearan's arm while feeling a little uneasy. "One thing I know for sure.. there's evil out there.. and this time I do not mean Dernhelm."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Meleth turned uneasily. "Let's find a place to camp," she said. "I mean - a safe place. Or comparatively so."

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"Safe." Fearan chuckled. "We travel to Mordor, pursued by a possesed man and who knows what else. Safe just doesn't seem to fit. Not leathal would be good, however."

Meleth shot him a glance. "Not lethal," she repeated. "I suppose it's better than nothing."

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(Melda youv'e become a silver star as well????? (feels waaay behind))

OOC. errr i'l leave your camp alone untill the next evening or some time. I still have to think up what the eyes acctually are. And who's Dernhilm

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((Yeah - I won the Treasure Hunt, this summer OKay, we'll make camp somewhere.))

Meleth looked about uneasily - the sun was sinking rapidly and so far she had seen to satisfactory spot to camp. "Any suggestions?" she asked Miriel and Fearan over her shoulder.

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Fearan glanced around. He saw a large pile of bolders, and a small hollow they created. He pointed them out "This loos like a good spot." He suggested. "There is high ground, for a lookout."

Meleth scanned it with an appraising eye. "I suppose it'll do -" she hesitated. "Let's make sure the horses are secured - even elvish horses will bolt, and we don't know what's out there. We probably shouldn't risk a fire, either."

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I agree" Fearan murmured. He urhed Rin into a gentle trot, and headed towards thier camp site.

Miriel dismounted and scanned the place where they made camp, finding a good place in the high grass where they all could rest. She took asip of water from her drinking bag, looking to the others and said: "who'll take the first shift?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Far to the southeast the white eyes reapered and blinked slowly at the empty sokets of the figure in front of them. One of the Moriquendi, an Elf of Darkness. No one knew how she had survived so long, the race of Moriquendi was almost dead, but then no one knew about her. No one living. The eyes shuddered as they melted into the Moriquendi. The elf smiled, the white eyes reflecting the moon. Her black hair seemed to melt into her cloke, her polished black leather huberk gleaming. She smiled and it was teribel to see. She whisteled a discordant note and a black snorting stallion appered at her side. With a harsh laugh she lept up and galloped in the direction of the camp.

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"Me," said Meleth immediately. "I know I'll never get to sleep anyway." She secured Minuial's halter and positioned herself on top of the boulders. "Try to sleep - we're going to need it."

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