Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-27168578-20160120130110

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: An elf drops out of the tree in front of him, grey robes making him almost invisible against the background. Icy blue eyes study him intently.

"I am the protector of fair Lóriën who you called for, before."

An elven-rope snakes out of the treetop flet carefully hidden in the shifting leaves, falling to the ground beside Cenior.

"Come, we have much to discuss." Cenior doesn't resist he follows him.....