Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26444332-20160227053445

Faenor whispers in Sindarin to the three Galadhrim wardens, who promptly disappear into the tangle of branches. A short while later, they hear the curses and snuffles of goblins as the Orc-band passes by, going deeper into the forest. Mere moments beforehand, Faenor climbs into the flet, tossing the grey rope onto the platform in a coil.

"Yrch." He hisses, and motions for them to remain quiet while they pass. He looks at Deximus and almost by force of will makes the Atmoran look into the pale blue eyes. After the curses and grunts fade away into the distance, Faenor holds the stare before speaking.

"You bring great evil with you." he states simply, before turning to Arahaelon.

"You may go no further." he says as two of the other three wardens find their own flet.

"Rúmil has gone ahead to alert those of our people. Those who enter this wood do so at their own peril. None of those Orcs will ever come out of this forest alive."