A figure watched the crowd move steadily towards the glade.
Kuero was high up in a redwood tree watching silently. She had been sitting there since the early morning, waiting.
Her long hair was braided and her quiver and bow securly fastened on her back. Kuero watched interesting folk go by. Hobbits, elves a wizard and even a human, who seemed to be writing then would tear it out of his book with disgust. The hobbit children would then run after the loose paper, catch it and begin to read it aloud, then giggle. The lone human took no notice however.
Kuero's family had recieved one of the baskets. Her father said it was nonsence and was about to throw it out when Kuero had said she wanted to keep it. She had dissembled it out of curiosity's sake and found the peice of paper. It wasn't hard to see the little peice of paper with her keen elfish eyes.
Suddenly her pointed ears made out the sound of a running horse. And sure enough ten minutes later there sat a Nazgul. He cluched in his hand one of the wicker baskets. Noiselessly Kuero jumped from tree to tree trying to get a better look. All of a sudden the wraith looked up at her. She was just about to jump to another branch, so she had one arm extended and her knees bent. She didn't know what to do, so she waved at it. The wraith looked shocked then angry. But Kuero remembered that the forces of evil did not work here.
Kuero jumped down and started to walk towards the wraith, she was facinated with it. Since she was looking up at the wraith on horse-back, she didn't see the Young-elf that had bent down to retie his boot. She tripped over his leg and fell to the ground with a thud.
Slowly she picked herself up and tried to look not too embarressed. Which she failed miserably, her face was bright red [img]smilies/redface.gif[/img]. She looked up at the wraith, she swore if Nazgul could laugh he'd be howling. She scowled at it and turned toward the elf she had tripped over.
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