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piosenniel · 05-26-2003, 11:11 AM

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Sorlas sat by the camp fire, Fletching new arrows for his quiver. As he stared at the flames he recounted the events that had brought him here.

It had been a cold night in late september, he and a few other rangers were patroling the boarders of the Shire, when three dark clad riders on black steeds came apon them, knowing what they were and knowing that they were out matched they fled. The Riders persued them east, they some how managed to get to Rivendell and there Elrond told him about the camp in Mirkwood, he wanted to return to the shire, but Elrond assured him that he would be of greater help if he was in Mirkwood.

He was disturbed from his thoughts as his knife slipped and nipped his thumb, he sucked at it for a minute, then went back to Fletching the arrows. He had been here for five months now and he was growing restless, he had heard rumors that the one ring had been found and that the Dark lord searched for it.

Suddenly an exhausted elf stumbled across the camp to Islist's tent. 'I wonder what that is about' he thought to himself as he watched, a few seconds later Elleradan came out of the tent and summoned them to Pack up and join them. ' what could be so urgent that he would summon them at once', he thought to himself as he picked up his fresh arrows and put them into his quiver.He then made his way over to Islist's tent to find out what was going on.

05-26-2003, 11:11 AM	#6
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Nerindel's post Sorlas sat by the camp fire, Fletching new arrows for his quiver. As he stared at the flames he recounted the events that had brought him here. It had been a cold night in late september, he and a few other rangers were patroling the boarders of the Shire, when three dark clad riders on black steeds came apon them, knowing what they were and knowing that they were out matched they fled. The Riders persued them east, they some how managed to get to Rivendell and there Elrond told him about the camp in Mirkwood, he wanted to return to the shire, but Elrond assured him that he would be of greater help if he was in Mirkwood. He was disturbed from his thoughts as his knife slipped and nipped his thumb, he sucked at it for a minute, then went back to Fletching the arrows. He had been here for five months now and he was growing restless, he had heard rumors that the one ring had been found and that the Dark lord searched for it. Suddenly an exhausted elf stumbled across the camp to Islist's tent. 'I wonder what that is about' he thought to himself as he watched, a few seconds later Elleradan came out of the tent and summoned them to Pack up and join them. ' what could be so urgent that he would summon them at once', he thought to himself as he picked up his fresh arrows and put them into his quiver.He then made his way over to Islist's tent to find out what was going on. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.