Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26041296-20160123123010

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: The mist wraps around him, and his soldiers, separating them from one another in the gloom...

As Turatamo wanders into a mist-filled glade of the trees, he senses a presence behind him. He turns to see a grey-robed Elf, bow in hand, at full draw and with an arrow pointed at Turatamo's heart.

"Daro." the Galadhrim says, pulling back a little on the bowstring. He motions the bow a little, clearly indicating for the Ñoldo to drop his weapons. (His Sword is shealthed and his bow unstrung) "Drop the weapons? I can certainly take them out." He then lays his unstrung bow on the grass, then he unclips his hilt from his belt, laying it neatly next to the bow.