As Rosa silently stepped forward though the trees a light of a camp fire was blazeing in te distance and Rosa unshealthed her short sword and pulled it aloft at about up to her shoulders.
She stepped into the clearing of a campsite full of tents that covered every given space as silent was she walked along the forest floor she scuttled along the uneven ground to a tent where she could hear rased voices of elves, one of them was familier.It was the cold, evil voice of the Elf she followed to lead he to Rivendell.
She stopped behind a tree watching and waiting, thinking of a plan to get away.
"hmmmm i could aways run to Rivendell from here but i do not know the way from here or i could be the noisey hobit i am and go lookin the tent.....i would surely be seen.."
She thought brying thw cool water to her lips from the waterskin in her pack.
As she got up and move to the tent the voices got louder and ten she hide behind another tree nearby not letting go of the sor nor letting her guard down for a second.
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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