Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26005135-20160226060950

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Berry6419 wrote: Dolenus groans and climbs. Just as his hand touches the trunk, a voice whispers harshly from above him.

"Daro!" comes the word, and with it an arrowhead, peeking out from the shadows above him. All around them grey-cloaked archers appear, all of them with arrows on the string and pointed at the Fellowship.

The figure in the tree above Dolenus emerges from the shadowed eaves, hood thrown back to reveal icy blue eyes and long platinum locks.

"You make so much noise we could have shot you on a moonless night." Dolenus chuckles.

"There was no point trying to hide. After all, you already knew I was here."