Board Thread:Middle Earth Rp Board/@comment-25754873-20150707163623/@comment-25344655-20150730025206

Glain sat, the cold, icy winds coming down from the mountains was getting ever worse, not that it mattered. Dwarves loved this weather, his musings were interrupted by the scouting party returning. The scout leader, Froin, stood at attention.

"Anything to Report?"

Froin nodded,

"Aye, company of Elves, about 1,000, just a mile from us. What do we do?"

Glain stared at him in wonder.

"What did their leader look like?"

Froin gave him one look, and he knew.

"Okay, send a flag bearer to their camps"