The dark elf kept silent after they had left Micanar and disposed of the spider. Although he had been worried about Anarya coming along, he believed that to deny her would not prevent her from following them and may prove more perilous on her part. He sighed, smiling to himself, Pennnauriel would have been no different. And she was spirited, no doubt skilled with the bow, having seen her skill in fletching. Her arrowheads were superb.
Soon, he thought, soon your deaths will be avenged! And perhaps the reason for the madness of their killings would be revealed. Until now, Rûdhchamion had never unravelled the real reason for the attack on his people. It had seemed so senseless.
The three elves were hid among the trees, like still shadows among the growth of the woods. They were some distance from where they left the unconcious Micanar. The man was beginning to stir. He glanced at Legolas and found the elven prince looking at him intently. The dark elf could not avoid feeling as if he was under observation, or being tested. It hardly mattered to him.
Would the son be like the father, he wondered silently? His respect for the prince had gone a notch higher when Legolas had stayed his hand awhile ago. Any other elf would have shot him, thinking him treacherous, but Rûdhchamion had risked knocking the man unconcious, else reveal that they were on his trail. Besides if the spider had reached the man, the foolish mortal would no longer be able to lead him to the very ones he had long searched for.
Anarya stirred impatiently beside them.
“Getting a little impatient young Anarya?” He smiled at her, then he continued softly to Legolas, “We should give him a day’s lead, to avoid suspicion. His trail will be of no problem to follow.”
The elven prince nodded in agreement."Let us reserve our energy until then."
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