The dark elf was distracted by something beyond his normal vision. His senses were sharp and tensed, as if hidden danger ahead had tapped him mentally.
Rûdhchamion had been speaking to the young female Taralphiel. He had felt guilty for seeming insensitive to her feelings. He wanted to ease her troubled mind the best he could, luckily Anarya was near to give her comfort and support.
He had asked Taralphiel what was troubling her, when something in his mind's eye caught his attention. He could remember what he answered the young female.
He walked a few yards into a cluster of trees and let his elven sense to wander... searching about. Something, probably the woman again, was trying to reach out and find them. He noticed the stillness of the woods. The silent eeriness made the surrounding seem like it was holding its breath, waiting.
Anarya stood up from the campfire as he came back to the campfire. She, too was concerned. Rûdhchamion noticed that Taralphiel was nowhere around and looked questioningly at the elf maiden.
"Khelek went with her. She needs to have time to herself."
He nodded. "She is still young, even in terms of her kind. Many things will come about to test her."
"As it will to each one of us, Rûdhchamion."
They both turned as Taralphiel came back. A determined look was on her face. The young girl took out her blades and began to whettle them. She looked up at the dark elf and said:
'When do we leave for the stronghold? My fate is calling me good Elf, and I do not wish to leave it waiting!'
Rûdhchamion's face was masked, showing no emotion. After awhile he answered, "In good time young Taralphiel."
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