Arlómë picked his targets carefully. He stood on a small rise and observed the battle. He was watching over the company as they fought because he didn't want anyone to be hit from behind. So with his bow and arrows, he watched over the others.
Einen had rushed in, eager to battle. He felt a little guilty for what had happened to Kili and Durin. He had fallen asleep, finally. But his last memory he had was seeing the two dwarves heading off into the woods. So, to make up for it, Einen was busy with the sword. He's doing pretty good, Arlómë thought. Maybe he would like to travel with me after this is all over. He could teach the boy the way of the Ranger.
Ani Dao was having a bit of trouble with a rather large man. Arlómë took aim at the man's back, but he didn't fire. He knew that the elf could handle him. Arlómë searched for another target. He saw a man sneaking up on Burzdol, who was pulling his sword out of a corpse. Arlómë took aim, and fired. The man fell, pierced through the forehead. He had a lot of arrows, for he had taken Einen's since the boy wouldn't need them.
Another man fell with an arrow in him. He noticed the others converging on one of the larger tents. Arlómë wondered where Kaldon had gone for he had not noticed the man escape. Arlómë placed two arrows in the bow and took aim at the tent. He fired...
[ April 06, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]
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