* Someone Did stop them. *
* Menelduliniel and Estelarion found that they'd ridden into an ambush set by nine smugglers. The Elves were met by a hail of rocks, arrows, and daggers. While one chipped rock, a nocked arrow, and two rusty daggers sailed harmlessly past to land with a thud in the tangled grass along the trail, several other missile weapons met their mark. *
* Menelduliniel found herself hit with two rocks, one in the cheek and one in the shoulder. Blood trickled from the wound in her face. *
* Estelarion took most of the damage, having been hit in the side by an arrow, and pelted by two stones, one hitting his neck, the other his chest. The arrow had sunk deep and was firmly lodged in the Elf, bringing stinging pain. *
* Meanwhile, heavy hoofbeats could be heard off to the side of the trail, racing into the fray from the cover of the thicket ... then Gandalf's familiar voice, muttering things about foolish young Elves in concerned exasperation. The travellers on their way to Tharbad noticed a flash of light and heard a few surprised cries from the criminal band of waylayers, but they could not see exactly what happened. It sounded, however, like the danger was not over yet. *
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