"There! Ahead!" cried Hreeza, the elf was sitting atop her horse, watching them. "Get after her!" yelled Arawil as she jabbed her own horse into a speedy gallop, the elf infront of her spun and gallped off down the path, the others followed not far behind.
They rode along, jumping over logs and ducking under branches as they went. Soon though the elf infront slowed and stepped cautiosly forward, the group nearly caught up when they too felt why the chase had now ended. It was an uneasy feeling, the horses tossed their heads nervously, Lorin patted Brilthonien's shoulder, trying to calm her, taking up her bow at the same time. The others drew their swords and knives, though not quite knowing what they were preparing to fight.
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"We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.
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