Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26444332-20160123201705

Beauhunt III wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: The elf motions for him to step away from the weapons. As he does so, the Galadhrim lowers his bow.

"Who are you that so arrogantly enters the last haven of the Eglath and Nandor?" "Arrogantly?" He asks, in a rather light hearted mood. "Friends, I am Turatamo, and I heard that the Golden Wood called for aid." The Galadhrim lowers his bow further, a confused look in his eye. Two other Galadhrim, both Elven maidens, step out of the mist, bows at the ready. They quietly converse in rapid-fire Doriathrin Sindarin, a dialect Turatamo does not recognize. Eventually, one of the elves, a maiden with silver tresses, turns to him.

"We did not call for aid. Lóriën may be small, but we are not weak, nor helpless. Our captain Faenor can destroy the enemy, we are sure. He has faced far greater foes, and far more perilous dangers, than this Sorthog or his minions."