Eomira noted the Elf staring at her scar. Out of habit, she reached up and traced it with her right forefinger. <br>
"I have no doubt you will take care of me if I prove dangerous, but I won't." then under her breath she muttered, "To much at stake to." <br> She looked up at the Leader's Horse and studied it, it was a fine mount, and Eomira stepped forward and started rubbing the horse's head with two fingers in a circular motion. <br> After a few moments she stepped back. <br>
"Tis a fine horse. But generous as the offer is, I think I'll walk." Slowly she put her hood over her head then looked back at the Leader, "Your name is?"

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(Hmm, it seems the rebel leader has abandoned us to rp alone! lol) Shade nickered softly to Eomira while Silmarwen gave a slight smile. "Oh... forgive me, my manners are not very present these days... my name is Silmarwen Idril" she dismounted her horse and bowed respectfully. "I will be walking, so it is no trouble if you wish to ride Shade. She would not mind, I am sure." Silmarwen proceeded to give a slight wave of her hand and the other elves came forward and grouped together once more. Halbarad, apparently the second in command, stood beside Silmarwen. "I suppose we shall now move on... before nightfall. Though I prefer to move in the dark, this is a night that forbodes evil... there's something in the air... and I would like to reach the rebel camp if that is possible..." She spoke as she glanced around before continuing on. The elves watched Eomira cautiously, letting nothing to chance.

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Eomira glanced at the elves watching her and gave them a small smile. She turned back to Silm and nodded. <br>
"I agree. The sooner we get there the better." She started walking then stopped. "One moment." She bent down and studied the ground carefully. Slowly she ran her fingers over a print in the ground. She sighed and muttered, "Gondorian Boots." She looked up at them. "They're tracking us."

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Silmarwen nodded slowly "That's why we're wary of you... we thought you might be perhaps a scout in disguise... but those tracks could also be that of the rebel spies... we'll soon find out" she loosened her sword in her sheath as the other elves warily nocked an arrow. Silmarwen sent a few out either way, front, back, and sides. She whispered something to Halbarad and he took off at a brisk yet silent walk far back and was soon out of sight. Silmarwen smiled at Eomira and spoke in a low tone so as not to make much noise, "I must complement you on your tracking skills. Rarely are those signs picked out... you must be well experianced and surely you have dwelt with elves before..."

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Eomira smiled slightly and replied, <br>
"I was raised mostly by them. My father was...well...to busy for me." She gave a sad smile then stood up. "We'd better get going." <br>
Slowly, out of habit, Eomira touched the hilts of her two swords to make sure they were there. Then, reaching into her cloak she brought out two small throwing knives and stuck them in her belt so that they would be close at hand.<br>
"Let's go. If we're lucky we shouldn't run into them."

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Silmarwen nodded. All the elves were on alert, keeping an eye out for rebels and the king's spies.

(welcome back! ^^ lol. seems our rebel leader is still missing though... can't do too much without him... oh well)

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Midira's horse pranced a bit the stride was short and bouncy Midira heard a noise ahead she glanced at her father he heard it too "Midira you know what to do if you are captured?" Artinwe asked "yes say nothing..." "good let me do the talking i know you have your mothers wit and words but don't say anything!"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Halbarad had backtracked on their path as he had been instructed. He stopped and hurriedly ducked behind a tree as he spied two figures on horseback, one of a lady and the other of a man, though he could not clearly see their faces.

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As they came closer, Halbarad drew his dark hood over his face and about his travel worn clothes, disguising himself, and left his elven sword and bow behind the tree. He stepped forward, weilding a short gondorian sword which he kept with him at all times just in case, and called out, disguising his voice, "Halt! Who goes there?"

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((I COME HOPPING IN!!!!!))

*smiles*

Name: Haldir Ithillen
Race: Noldorin
Gender: Female
Parents: Gil-Galad (Father), Linardien (mother, A Maia)

Weapons: Reforged Aiglos and Aithirl

Appearance: Looks like her father, with some feminine tones to her face. Wears her father's armor and silver clothing underneath.

History: Haldir was raised in Lindon for a time, until her father and the other Noldorin left Valinor and came to M-E. Haldir was her father's escort in the Siege of Barad-dur and was present and was being held back by orcs as Sauron killed her father


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Haldir sat in the trees, watching Halbarad. Haldir had met Halbarad once before and was making sure he was okay. "Well...well...well...what have we here?", Haldir spoke softly.

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Haldir's eyes went wide and she drew Aiglos. Hopping down softly, she snuck behind Halbarad and put the tip of her spear into his back. "Move, and it will be the last thing you do."

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Halbarad recognized the voice and spoke in a harsh whisper, "Lady Haldir, it is me, Halbarad... you'll ruin this ... they could be spies and I need to be sure... Lady Haldir please take your spear from my back... you're risking the safety of over 20 elves... and Silmarwen herself"

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Midira placed her hand on the hidden sword at her side Artinwe did the same they halted but then as soon as the other stepped out and distracted the other both riders slipped past them galloping past them. niether cast a glance.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Haldir nodded and removed Aiglos from Halbarad's back. "Okay, I just needed to make sure you were on our side."

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Halbarad cursed as the riders got past. "Now look what happened! She'll kill me for letting them through!" He said loudly in elvish. He quickly changed out his weapons and ran swiftly on a short cut to catch up with the horses.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"ada they are following us..." Midira shouted "I know !" Artinwe replied "stop!" Artinwe pulled the horse to a halt midira did the same "we may have to fight our way out Midira...if something happens to me..." "ride back to the Dragon tear camp"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home