The dark elf moved like a shadow through the woods. He did not need to keep his prey in sight. Man had never been a problem to Rûdhchamion when tracking, the trail could be three days old and he would still know which direction his prey was going. Even if he crossed streams or rivers, the dark elf would find him. He had followed the elves as they released the prisoner. Then he had kept well out of sight among the trees and foliage, keeping on the man's trail.
The man stopped ahead, perhaps to rest. Rûdhchamion was alert for any unexpected suprises.
This particular man had his undivided attention. Rûdhchamion, smiled coldly. Pity he could not extract the information he wanted, the way he would have wanted. He would honor the elvenking’s words... for now. The man known as Micanar would live, that is, until he would no longer be needed. If he crossed Rûdhchamion’s path later, hopefully during a fight perhaps... the dark elf would claim he killed the man in self defense.
He had sensed Anarya and Thranduil’s son, Legolas, behind him. They kept their distance. It mattered not to him, but he hoped the young elf maiden would be kept out of harm’s way. He was curious though, why the elven prince would come himself. At least, he thought grimly, a new life had been offered to Sauche. The dark elf doubted if he would ever have the same opportunity. He had long ago accepted his fate. He had given his oath upon the graves of his kin, unto death would he hunt their killers.
He waited for Micanar’s next move. The dark elf stayed as still as stone. He blended among the trees and thrushwood of the forest.
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