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Post by Artorius on Sept 22, 2007 18:19:38 GMT -5
Artorius old ears were still sharper than any Númenorian blade, from somewhere in the bush he heard a sound that no bird or beast could make... a laugh!
His gaze scanned the thick line of trees in the distance. Who and what would of laughed at them and how did they find the secret elven grove they were resting in.
'Aye, the elven folk are unusual. Some can be welcoming and others can have arrows in your back before you could say Argonath...' his voice sounded distant, as his focus was not on the conversation.
Suddenly without warning Artorius bolted up right, his bow drawn and an arrow cocked into a view of the forest. The twilight moon was infront of him, his grey eyes dedicated on a tiny opening in the tree where the laugh came from.
'Mae tollen Edhellen!' Artorius shouted out, seemingly to no one. 'Boe le ethogad?'
When no answer came he pressed further. 'Tula nárenna' his Quneya accent was rough, Artorius knowledge of Sindarin was to rival even a native speaker but when it came to the Noldorian tongue he only knew a little...
The trees rustled, and the Ex-Rangers eyes did not blink, move or glaze over. He knew something or someone was out there and he wanted to know who.
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Post by zyphan on Sept 22, 2007 22:45:16 GMT -5
The sudden burst from Artorius caught her off guard, and she stared wide-eyed at him as his words reached her ears. Though she had studied of the elves and their language at one time, their speech seemed to have escaped her memory.
"Artorius...Is there someone there? I wouldn't think someone could see us if this is a sacred Elven hiding spot...." Nin pauses, her thoughts in a whirl. Unless whoever's out there is an elf, of course. The young Ranger stood up and loosened her sword, but did nothing to draw it. Whoever it was that was there was probably an elf, if they could see through the enchantments placed on the area....
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Post by Artorius on Sept 26, 2007 6:30:50 GMT -5
'It would seem so, young Nin... but who and why for that matter. Nevertheless we are all in danger, even one elf with basic knowledge of marksmanship could kill all of us within a moment!'
Nins knowledge of the Elvish tongues flooded back to her, though she had difficulty understanding Artorius broad Westernesse accent she managed to hear
'Welcome Elf! Do you need to be taken out of there?'
shortly followed by
'Come near the fire' in the even older tongue of Quenya.
Artorius had still not moved after what seemed long mintues though in truth only a matter of seconds had gone by, his unrelenting focus trying to see if the new visitor was friend or foe.
'Ki-nakhahê niyad Nimir' his voice was loud and commanding, though none could understand what the grizzled man yelled out in the lost language of Numenor. The seconds ticked by and more quietly, though this time in common he ordered 'Come here Elf...'
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