Cirith Ungol RPG

[Ithaeliel]

"Shelob," Anroth said. "You intend to seek her out? She is far more swift and powerful than the spiders of Mirkwood. You cannot go to Cirith Ungol alone. If you underestimated Shelob, it could be the death of you."
Arawil thought that the ranger was hinting at her. "Do you really expect that I would go out of my way to have you three tag along with me to the dark passage into Mordor? You are a fool, young ranger," she snapped.
"I meant nothing by it. I only said that Shelob may equal you, or perhaps overcome you, if she has mustered that much strength. You should at least have a dependable band of warriors behind you."
Arawil stared at Anroth, one eyebrow cocked up. "The mind of a Numenorean ranger who roams the wilds works in strange ways," she said. "I have to admit, you are an impressive sworfighter, as well as the elf. I do not know of the female ranger, as she has only just arrived here and I have not had a chance to test her yet."
Dykoria scowled at Arawil. She would show the Maia her abilities.