Aduchil paced back and forward, in doubt what to do. Go after Elenna and Glorfindel? They were both his friends, and he couldn't just let them die. No, he decided. This was Elenna's fight, not his. If Glorfindel was going to assist her, he was not to interfere. But this assault on Rivendell had proven to him how weak Eriador was, how easily the enemies of Elves could come and threaten everything. He thought of his youth, the few years in Lindon. The plan he had thought of earlier came back into his mind. If he could make it reality, maybe Eriador would not be threatened again. He decided to make something useful and talked to many of the soldiers. Many of them agreed with him, and soon they rode off, bearing messages.
[ July 13, 2002: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]
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