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Firefoot · 06-20-2004, 03:53 PM

Thorvel had stood quietly through Lómarandil’s crazy plan. Tell the king indeed! It would be foolish to leave those Lórien Elves to die because they were not alerted in time. Why wasted time and warn the king? But he let Calenvása handle it

“Spread out. I trust the wisdom and the skills of all of you, so my orders are only to find a position in which you can stay and observe the army until it begins its march. Then we will meet back in this clearing once again," said Calenvása. It was precisely what Thorvel had been waiting for. He was dimly aware of Targil arguing over meeting back at the clearing, but Thorvel didn’t pay much attention. If Calenvása’s plans made any sense at all, Thorvel would do it.

He crept out, and tried to decide where the most strategic place to be was. He almost immediately eliminated watching the lesser orcs; like as not they did not know what they would be doing. If he could find some captains, he would try to hide nearby, for if he was to discover any plans at all they would be the ones to have them.

He moved to the edge of the forest to get his bearings. The army seemed to be getting ready to move. Their stuff was no longer lying haphazardly on the ground - it was in bundles - and the orcs were standing around in groups, but they had at least some order to them, if that was possible for orcs. He noticed a dead orc on the ground about forty feet away, and turned his head in disgust. What kind of creature kills its own army off? But he knew it was a fairly common practice of orcs; if one didn’t like another one of them ended up dead. He was having trouble picking out an orkish captain; they all looked pretty much the same with their heavy armor, many and various filthy weapons, and generally ugly orkish looks. Finally, he picked one out who seemed to have an air of command about him. There was a second orc who seemed to be following him around, but Thorvel didn’t pay much attention to him, and he wouldn’t unless the orc did something noteworthy.

The one Thorvel had picked out as a Captain was striding about purposefully. Thorvel could see him clearly, but he wasn’t quite close enough to hear him unless he started yelling, which was likely enough with orcs. He moved into a slightly closer yet more concealed spot and crouched down to wait and see whether he would find anything out from the orcs.

06-20-2004, 03:53 PM	#30
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Thorvel had stood quietly through Lómarandil’s crazy plan. Tell the king indeed! It would be foolish to leave those Lórien Elves to die because they were not alerted in time. Why wasted time and warn the king? But he let Calenvása handle it “Spread out. I trust the wisdom and the skills of all of you, so my orders are only to find a position in which you can stay and observe the army until it begins its march. Then we will meet back in this clearing once again," said Calenvása. It was precisely what Thorvel had been waiting for. He was dimly aware of Targil arguing over meeting back at the clearing, but Thorvel didn’t pay much attention. If Calenvása’s plans made any sense at all, Thorvel would do it. He crept out, and tried to decide where the most strategic place to be was. He almost immediately eliminated watching the lesser orcs; like as not they did not know what they would be doing. If he could find some captains, he would try to hide nearby, for if he was to discover any plans at all they would be the ones to have them. He moved to the edge of the forest to get his bearings. The army seemed to be getting ready to move. Their stuff was no longer lying haphazardly on the ground - it was in bundles - and the orcs were standing around in groups, but they had at least some order to them, if that was possible for orcs. He noticed a dead orc on the ground about forty feet away, and turned his head in disgust. What kind of creature kills its own army off? But he knew it was a fairly common practice of orcs; if one didn’t like another one of them ended up dead. He was having trouble picking out an orkish captain; they all looked pretty much the same with their heavy armor, many and various filthy weapons, and generally ugly orkish looks. Finally, he picked one out who seemed to have an air of command about him. There was a second orc who seemed to be following him around, but Thorvel didn’t pay much attention to him, and he wouldn’t unless the orc did something noteworthy. The one Thorvel had picked out as a Captain was striding about purposefully. Thorvel could see him clearly, but he wasn’t quite close enough to hear him unless he started yelling, which was likely enough with orcs. He moved into a slightly closer yet more concealed spot and crouched down to wait and see whether he would find anything out from the orcs.