"Shoot...." *runs after Halbarad, longsword drawn*

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"HAL, YOU CAN HIT ME LATER!!!", Haldir called out after him.

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Eomira stopped and heard the sound of battle from behind. Wheeling around she quickly drew her two swords. She listened carefully and her eyes widened. <br>
"Riders!" Quickly, she lept up into a nearby tree and climbed, till she could see them. <br>
"Silm!" she called. "Riders! Coming fast! Halbarad is on their tails!"

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THe riders heard the shouts ahead of them the stopped "we are trapped!" Mdidra cried "no we are not...' Artinwe said "what would Mother do!?" Midira cried "she would have remained calm and face them so thats what we will do"

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Eomira watched the Riders closely. Signaling Silm, she quietly jumped from one tree to the next like a squirrel till she was right above the Riders.

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Haldir ran past Halbarad and arrived to warn Silmarwen. "IT'S MY FAULT!!!! I THOUGHT HALBARAD WAS NOT WITH US!!!!!"

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Haldir stood in the way of the riders. "DARO!!!!", she shouted in a threatening tone.

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Silmarwen's expressions grew taught and she waved a hand, ordering the elves to drop their cover and come in around the riders. "Eomira, do not strike unless they strike first," she told this to the others as well.

Meanwhile Halbarad mumbled something about wanting to hit Haldir now, but didn't because he knew he'd be in for it from Silmarwen if he dared. His pace was fast, and soon he had caught up with the riders.

Nearly 30 elves surrounded the two riders, arrows nocked and bows drawn. Silmarwen mounted her steed, and Shade pranced, sensing an encounter. She rode forward through the ring of elves and raised her hand. The expression on her face changed as she saw who it was, "Midira, the daughter of Deawen... if I remember correctly... and Artinwe... You would not know me, Midira, but perhaps Artinwe would.. I fought with Deawen... quite a while back I might say..." She waved for the elves to lower their bows and they did so. "Hopefully you come in peace... a few of these elves are the very same that accompanied me when I assisted Deawen, though I must say she sure could hold her own in matters... I hope Halbarad did not alarm you. These are desperate times, and we must be cautious for fear of our lives..."

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Artinwe placed a hand on Midiras trembling shoulders "we come in peace..."

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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

"Silmarwen, that was MY fault...", Haldir mumbled softly.

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Silmarwen smiled and nodded to Haldir. "Haldir... do not be too alarmed... I know them fairly well, and I believe things can be talked out in this one... it is good to see you once again" She would have embraced her friend, but she was seated upon Shade, who was still prancing, several close encounters of the past having made the mare the nervous type.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"you fought with my Mother?!" Midira exclaimed!

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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. "I am sorry none the less..."

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"your mother fough along side many..." Artinwe sighed

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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

Silmarwen nodded her head, "Yes, Midira, though she and her excellently skilled phantoms did most of the fighting"

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