Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26444332-20160123032343

The most wraps around him, and his soldiers, separating them from one another in the gloom...

As Turatamo wanders into a mist-filled glade of the trees, he senses a presence behind him. He turns to see a grey-robed Elf, bow in hands, at full draw and with an arrow pointed at Turatamo's heart.

"Daro." the Galadhrim says, pulling back a little on the bowstring. He motions the bow a little, clearly indicating for the Ñoldo to drop his weapons.