Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20170716040125/@comment-26444332-20170821170453

Faenor narrows his eyes at the retreating figure, and draws back another arrow. It swirls and twists, becoming a long strand of spiraling thorn-like metal.

'Let's see you avoid this.' he murmurs in Sindarin, and then releases the strange arrow, the projectile easily moving faster than any normal weapon.