Silence fell upon the fellowship of the north members.
Balain was conducting his dwarven cermony, using flame to send Bartoks body on its way.
Nomad was on one knee, his eyes closed his head down and a strange low chant coming from his soft yet hard voice.

Elessars eyes widened and he looked to the sky with a feeling of loss and anguish. Estrenton watched the others and fought back tears of his own, inside he was screaming. The cold air sat like a wall of ice upon their faces and the flames of Balains making did little to stiffle the cold.

Johnquill stood silent and rubbed the bridge of his hurt nose, if he was grieving he didnt show it.

Eruco walked slowly to Balains side and knelt before him. The young dwarf looked at the former elven lord and Eruco saw the fight to hold in the torment that Balain was going through. Beside the wraith lay Bartok's pack and Eruco leaned over and pulled from it the crown of Bartok.

He held forth the crown and looked into Balians eyes,

"it is your duty to take this crown and bring it glory as he did and you must return it to his people when the time comes. You must have strength and you must stand strong my friend."

Balain took the crown and his tears began to fall freely
the others turned and watched him. Eruco stood and began to sing in a mystical voice...

Cuio nin mellon casarinwa aran
fanya pígatha dan nangwë antorya
hen vasta Tenna omentuvalwë ata
hen alelenea methed hen alayávala Altarwa
broniatha Anar annar celich
Lanta i lómë, utúlielyë tiëo mettanna.
Cuio nin mellon casarinwa aran
Rato cenuvalyë sa ilyë caurelyar autuvar

Eruco felt his spirit die as he thought of the loss of his friend, he had come to save him and had died escaping that which he risked..to save the wraith. Eruco then saw the face of his son once more and felt pain so great..yet he felt a strength inside and looked up to the sky...

As Eruco sang the others listened and as Nomad began to chant along with the the wraith he walked along side him.
Eruco lifted his hands up and before them like a waterfall of memory Bartok stood in their vision. He was robed in kingly garments and his hair was clean and straight. He looked out at the fellowship with a wide smile all felt tears flow. Bartoks spirit watched them and glanced happily at each warrior and then he looked to an unseen sky and turned..The vision of Bartok Thunderdelve, king and mighty warrior passed away on a long journey.
The warriors watched as he strolled away into the distant sky of gold. They all bowed their heads as the vision faded and then Elessar spoke the words of Erucos song aloud..

Farewell dwarvish king,
white cloud will fade but victory
strengthens this alliance.
until we meet again
this starless end this
barren orchard will endure.
Sunlights a gift you carry
night is falling you have come
to journeys end.
Farewell dwarvish king,
soon all of your fears will pass away

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"When we next see those warriors they will be living thier last moments" Ikawi said in a menacing cold voice and then the beast powerfully lifted off and swept away over the mirkwood treetops.

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Ikawi said, "To the Dungeons of Dul Guldur."

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'Legend says that he was raised by an elf and mastered the art of archery at an early age.', said Valandil,'It also says that he saved a village from an army of savage orcs.'

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Arthion sat in the halls with his four friends, he had left the quiet elf with the fellowship, Arthion did not like the character, the way the elf held himself, Arthion had never sensed such a past in his life.

'Arthion, Arthion'whispered Anira into his ear, Arthion came out of his deep thoughts.
'Yes Anria, sorry I was lost within my mind'Arthion spoke to the female elf, she was like the rest of his friends of the first scouting company, among the best in Mirkwood. She was blond and strikingly beautiful, being about 6ft, a soft and kind voice.
'We were discussing about whether we should go out today into the woods, possibaly go for a ride and not on foot.'Arthion looked at his friends and saw them noding as to say yes.
'Go on then, its time that I took Thalion out for a ride, he needs to be trained and strengthed for any future rides.

Arthion walked to the stables to collect his horse, its starking white colour sticking out among his friends jet black horses, the usual type rode by the elves of mirkood.
They trotted out of the gates, they'd decided to go to a local spring, it was half a day ride at a slow pace which is what they were planning to do.
As they rode down the well trodden path they spoke farewells and shouts to the elves of mirkwood. They looked quite meancing for they all wore dark leathers, this was to decrease the chance of getting spotted, Arthion thought that he must looking quite meancing a dark character on a white horse, like a wraith.

As they rode through the glades Arthion took his time to study the forest in its tainted manor, the trees were dark and gloomy, Arthion thought it was such a pity, once such a beautiful forest,maybe it would gain back its glory once the darkness had passed, his friends would contribute to that, he was sad to have left the fellowship, they were good friends and if they ever needed his help he would ride hard and fast to help them, hopefully that would never happen but in case it did he would train to become as skillful as his cousin, then he would really be a prince of mirkwood.

During the ride he talked with all the members of his little group until they arrived at the spring, it was a beautiful place, being one of the places that was not tainted by darkness, they set up camp, they would head back the next day.

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Johnquill, or Bvarn at that, was one of the oldest creatures on this world.

Learin dragged another orc arrow from the ground, checking the head for hints of poison, to put on his arrows, just to give them that extra kick.

He had stayed behind when the others split into two groups, one for the breeding pit, the other to go to Mirkwood, and meet with the others later, along with a few vials of orcish poison.

The arrow gleamed a bit, there wasn't much poison left on , most of it had flowed into the ground, over the time the arrow had been in the ground. He scraped his dagger along the metal head, gathering up th syrup like liquid, stupid orcs couldn't make proper poison, it always sat thickly on the head, coming of in large dollops during the arrows flight, proper poison, would stick to the arrow head, and then when heated to about the temperature of a human, it would turn to liquid very fast, and flow into the bloodstream, but it worked slowly. The orcish poison had one thing to its credit then, it worked within about two minutes, faster if the target exerted themselves.

The last of the poison dripped off the point of the dagger, dropping into the large topped vial, big enough to have an arrow head dipped int the liquid within. He had filled all 12 of his vials, enough for about two hundred arrows, if used sparingly, one hundred if put generously upon the arrow heads.

Learin looked up at the sky, noticing that quite a large, black cloud had moved itself over the clearing.
"oh great, rain"
A second later, a sheet of rain crashed down around him, great big dollops of water exploding around him. He sighed, and heard a yowl, quite close actually, he turned to the direction of the noise, and stiffened immediatley, twenty-something wargs stood about a hundred yards away, he took his bow off his back, and took out one of his newly filled vials, flicking out the cork, he dunked in the first of his arrows, covering it in the poison, he was downwind of the wargs, so they hadn't noticed him...yet.

A shaft flew throug the air, slamming into the first wargs neck, if it had a rider, it would of known where the attacker stood, but it had rubbish eyesight, relying on its nose to find enemies, and prey. It had however shaken off its rider, and killed it, as had the rest of the wargs there, It stood there for about a minute, sniffing the air for the scent of its attacker, but to no avail.

Learin looked at the wargs, stringing nother arrow to his longbow, to put another shaft in the second warg, he was beginning to think the poison didn't work on animals, but perhaps it took longer to take effect. He prayed it was the latter.

He shivered as he felt the wind in his face, the second shaft was heading for the second warg,and he was poisoning another. it wasn't until he shivered again that he realised why the wind was on his face, The wind had shifted! The wargs had started to move, smelling human, the first to move slumped, and began to spasm, the poison finally taking effect, the second warg fell, moments later, and went into the same routine as the other.

Learin loosed his third shaft into the charging wargs, the shaft going straight throught the wargs mouth, and finding itself in between the eyes of a second, both died, lef with poison in them.

Learin turned and ran, he had about fifty yards to the the trees, where he had a chance, howevever slim, of loosing the wargs.

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He had manage to lose all the wargs, but this one had followed him all the way, the rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the ground muddy in its wake.

Learin drew both his daggers, and turned around to face his persuer, he had stopped in a small clearing, about thirty yards wide, the setting sun turned everything red.

the warg kept running, charging at learin, mouth sending saliva flying everywhere, Learin ran at the warg, and a few feet before reaching it, he jumped, turning upside down exactly where the warg stood, wondering where its prey had went, he was close enough to its back, to put a dagger in hilt deep, so he did, Putting both daggers into the wargs back, he kept hold of the g=daggers, and very suddenly fount himself riding a warg, and the warg didnt like him for it, it started to run aroound the clearing, trying everthing to get the human off its back.

Learin cursed, he had expcted his poisoned daggers to work faster, he couldn't hold on much longer, and when he was thrown off, the warg would kill him, He dragged one of his daggers out, and holding on to the other as best he could, wrapped his arm round the wargsneck, the warg dislikied this more than being rode, and started to get very desperate to get rid of the human off its back. Only to die moments after going crazy with despair, a dagger in its throat.

Learin wiped both his daggers on the grass, removing the blood, and sliiped them back into their sheaths, if he was right, there was a road about three miles ahead, one which the war wagon should be trundling along, he should probably be abe to find its tracks, and follow them to the camp.

in the background, the sun dissapeared under the horizon, covering everything in darkness, within a few minutess, a half moon rose, casting an eery silver light over everything.

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"I only come to deliver a message Annointed Blade," Sobet's grip tightened on his throwing dagger as Odrubal used the name the Shamen called him when he was their magically bound captive. "The SHamen are out for vengeance against you Sobet, and all those that stand with you will die alongside you." With that in a flash of light, Odrubal was gone, and only the labored breathing of Scar broke the silence in the chamber.

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Elessar looked away from Johnquill or Bvarn to be more exact. He let his mind wander instantly away from the agony of the death of Bartok. Bvarn had chosen to reveal his true self to the others, perhaps in an attepmt to lessen the dark feeling in their group.

Elessar watched as a lone bird glided away into the distance
and he closed his eyes. The voices of his friends faded, and into his minds eye flowed a vision.

He was walking through the streets of the white city. Young and foolish he seemed then. Without the cares and responsibilities he holds now. There was laughter and the sound of voices that had no hint of fear or terror as in so many voices he heard in these dark times.

Ahead he saw a beautiful sight, a sight that made his heart lift and sing. A girl carrying a basket of flowers skipped toward him. She seemed to be day dreaming as she walked along and was singing in a sweet voice, Elessar froze.

The girl danced along and then as she noticed Elessar stood before her she stopped. The young ranger tried so very had to speak but he could not. She smiled and took a flower from her basket and put it in Elessars hair.
The two young people stood smiling at one another and time just stood still, no other voices were heard and no other faces were seen, they each gazed into one anothers eyes.

Elessar was brought back to the present by the voices of the others, Eruco was silent however and sat with his head in his hands. The others were disscussing the next course of action. As the leader of the fellowship Elessar should have taken charge, he should have spoke up and made a decision on what to do. But the ranger looked back to the sky where the lone bird had flown. The sky grew dark and grey and distant thunder rumbled along slowly, small fresh rain drops began to ease down upon them.

Elessars mind began once more to wander but this time he did not see such a pleasant vision. He did however see the face of the girl once more....

She was crying and looking at him with sad eyes. Elessar sat atop a horse at the gates of minis tirith and looked coldly toward the girl...

The words Elessar spoke to her that day echoed through his mind as the vision of her saddness came to him

"I will not return soon, your life is not the path I take, my life is not the path you seek, go now and forget about me. I cannot and will not think of you again"

As those words crashed through his mind he saw the heartbreak upon the girls face and felt the anger inside at himself. He watched the vision of her as she ran away from him. It was the last time he ahd ever seen the girl.

Elessar completly snapped out of his day dream and felt heavy rain now falling, he turned to see the other warriors still disscussing what to do, and Eruco still sat pitched forward, head in hands.

The captain and leader of the fellowship took a deep breath and tried to block the image of the girl from his mind, a task he had to do so very much.

Elessar walked into the centre of the group and prepared to speak..

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They could see the edge of the Mirkwood, but had no idea where their allies were. After a few moments debate, the party marched towards the woods to alert the elves to the dire situtation forming on their flank.

Erucain tried to hide his eyes but Ikawi grabbed his hands and made him watch the ruthless beating. Erucain watched it all, the blood spray from the strikes, the horrible screams that split the musty air in the dungeon... Then the most horrible thing happened, he watched, as if in slow motion, the metal club come down upon the prisoner's head. Erucain was forced to watch the poor being's skull cave in due to the club, he saw the last moments of the being and his eyes roll back into his head.

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Eruco sat in such pain. Darkness bit into his wretched soul and he felt as if all his days of pain had come back at once. Images of death and suffering and words of evil malice scattered around in his thoughts.

Perhaps he was wrong to attempt to gain his elven grace, perhaps Erucain was right. Maybe he was an evil being and maybe he did deserve death.

The others stood and whispered about the wraith
"perhaps we should get moving now if we move through the night it holds danger yes but at least if were moving he may snap out of this, with something to occupy his mind"
Estrenton suggested.
Elessar looked at the elf and thought about this move. Bvarn spoke before the ranger had a chance to answer "we are in peril and we have no idea if our friends are in even more danger, why concern ourself with him" the beorning said loudly.

Elessar looked across and noticed the wraith did not flinch, if he had heard the beorning he did not show it.

"Your compasion for the others fails to overshadow that which you lack for our friend Eruco" Estrenton said glaring at Bvarn. Elessar sighed "come now, let us think of the action we will take". Balain and Nomad remained silent, content for the others to decide the course of action.

Eruco felt something creeping slowly from deep inside as he sat in sorrow. A slight whisper, faded and rose to and fro within his minds eye and he felt his heart beat quicken as he focused on the feeling.

The night now was dark and Elessar looked to the faces of his friends "we stay, we will move in the morning. Others may find their way to us here" and with that he walked over and sat beside Eruco, but he did not speak he merely sat and let Eruco feel the presence of his friendship.
Balain and Estrenton followed and they too sat around the wraith. Nomad looked at Bvarn and then went to sit with the others in a rare moment of fellowship for Nomad he was part of the group. Bvarn laughed quietly and snorted out "we all have troubles, perhaps the wraith is better off in the clutches of the enemy that way at least he can be at home with the scum" the beornings words were met by ferocious looks from the others. But Eruco did not respond, still he sat with his head down.

After an hour or so the warriors were starting to think about setting a watch and getting some rest. Balian stood first and stretched. Eruco was still searching his inner soul for the source of the faint whisper, suddenly he had it and it became a great shout of love and of need. Eruco leaped to his feet "Raina!!" he cried. The others leaped up also with a start, all except Nomad who merely glanced up.

"What is it Eruco?" Elessar asked Eruco seemed to be experiencing a vision and did not answer. Finaly he turned to the leader "I must leave at once they are in trouble i have to get to her!" he yelled and before the others had a chance to answer he ran off at speed dissapearing into the distant dark shadows of the forest.

Like an endless wind Eruco the silver wraith passed through the night. Mile after mile his speed increased and the thought of Raina in peril fed his will and endurance and he thought not of his son.

The morning had dawned and Raina looked up to notice she had unwittingly brought her group bang into an orc camp. The very enemy that they fled was now before them and there was no hope of escape. Raina turned with a look of such intensity that when the others saw they too looked forward and realised their plight.

Valandil was first to react, as the orc horns blew he ran forth and his bow sang. Flame roared in with a furious battle cry and unleashed a savage storm of strength against the vast group of orcs. Raina backed off and Kestria joined her side, the pair were thinking of the child and of escape even as the orc horn blasted cruely into the morning air. The strange dark elf ,who had remained at their side, surged forward and his bow too sang wildly.

Soon they were surrounded, Kestria was suddenly drawn away from Raina as five orcs flanked her, the shield maiden of Rohan gave a yell as she let her sword meet the orcs. Raina held her blade ready and as the orcs turned on her she hit out with blow after blow. She did not notice the orc commander emerge behind her, the orc swung his blade and at the very moment it would have struck her, she was saved, the sound of blade on blade so close made her twist fast and she saw as Tathar, who remained badly injured but strong enough to fight, block the orc commanders blade.

An hour past and the fight was taking its toll, they managed to break out of the rear of the camp but still they were assailed by the orcs. Raina could not now see Valandil or Flame,and she heard not the bow of the dark elf. Kestria had pulled Tathar away from the fight and the pair had collapsed into a wrecked heap but were hidden from view by the foliage.

Raina suddenly was faced with a group of ten or so orcs and she felt her spirit fade. The baby was clutching so tight to her and she found herself falling back in fatigue, she willed her self to stand but the strength wouldnt come. Suddenly an orc boot slammed down onto her. It was the orc commander from earlier. The commander smiled down as he held her to the floor with his foot and as a second orc joined him he leaned down and grabbed the baby from her carrier. She struggled in a frantic panic to stop them but she could not resist the orcs strength so tired as she now was.

The orcs all laughed as the two at the front held the baby and Raina "Well well, got ourselves a nice man child. Oh we will eat well today!" the orc snarled in a voice almost as ugly as his appearence "then when weve feasted on this one we will take this pretty lady and we will feast some more!" The second orc laughed loudly but no laughs came from the orcs that had stood seconds ago behind them, suddenly its laugh became gargled and Raina watched as its eyes blackend and then it was tossed aside. The orc commander turned to see that instead of his commpanions Eruco stood there in all his glory and in his hand his silver longsword shone, behind him the orcs lay dead.

The orc commander stood stunned and looked to the floor where the body of the other orc now lay. Eruco silently held out his hand and the orc obediantly handed over the baby. The fell creature looked on at the wraith with uncertain eyes. Eruco glared back and then like lighting striking, his blade came down upon the orc.

Raina looked up and sighed heavily, Eruco offered his hand and she took it. He pulled her to her feet and she sank into his arms. The baby giggled and cooed and the three stood in happy silence.

Valandil and Flame along with dark archer stood smiling as they found Eruco holding Raina and the child.
On the other side of the camp Kestria and Tathar climbed up out of the bushes and headed toward the others.

"Good timing Eruco" Valandil stated

"when you approached we were able to push back and cut off the last orcs and we soon defeated them, when they saw you coming they must have thought the whole fellowship of the north was about to emerge from the trees!" Flame added laughing. The dark archer looked at the pile of corpses Eruco had created and nodded in respect when he caught the wraiths eye.

Raina looked up to Eruco and smiled
"I knew you would find me" she said soflty. He rested his head against hers and she sensed instantly that he was not all well. But she said no words of hurt instead she let her smile rise and she looked deep into Erucos eyes. He looked back with such love and relief that she could feel it like a hot sun upon her.

The baby began to make loud happy noises
"surely now you have a name for him Eruco" Raina said
and the others looked over to hear what his answer would be, "yes I do" he said simply.

He looked gravely at them all in turn and then turned and looked at the baby, "I shall name him Bartok".

As the words left Eruco's mouth the members of the fellowship knew that Bartok had passed away and silence fell upon them.

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Ikawi needed time to think so he left the fortress and walked to a little grove of trees nearby and he sat down in a small pond. The water was crystal clear and cold as ice. When he sat in it the water turned black and the water got hot. He tainted that pond forever...

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Once on the road, all but Bvarn ran as quickly as they could in a vain attempt to keep up with the missing wraith. Today had already cost them far too much for them to lose another ally. Hours passed, and Bvarn was still lagging behind. He stopped every few feet and picked herbs, or examined wildlife. Just enough to slow the party down a small fraction every few minutes.

Finally, Bvarn stopped and was examining something that was sticking out from under a bush. He reached down, and found it was an ancient dagger in a golden sheath. He recognized a makers-mark from the second age, but neither the blade of scabbard showed any tarnish from the the weather. Bvarn smiled at his luck, tucked the dagger into his belt, and turned to rise. His face was met by the gauntleted hand of Balain. His metal glove slammed into the beornlings broken nose, and he screamed in agony. Tears rolled uncontrollable down his cheeks, adn his temper flared.

"Why in the Hell did you do that?" Bvarn roared, starting to his feet.

Balain shoved him back down roughly. "I don't give a halfling's hairy foot about how old you are, or what respect you think you deserve. This Fellowship is about working together and carrying for one another. If you can't get your ass in gear to help our friends, then take your bear-changing hide into the woods, before I make you into a rug!"

Without another word, Balain turned and ran after the others. In the shadow of the Mirkwood trees, Nomad smiled to see Bvarn put in his place. As the beornling rose to his feet, and sat his hand upon his new dagger, Nomad stepped from the shadows.

"I do hope you are simply insuring the dagger won't get lost as you run. Treachery is frowned upon within our group." Then as quickly as he had appeared, Harloth vanished.

Bvarn stood, holding his nose, and seething with anger at both the wraith and the dwarf. He started cursing, until his eyes were drawn to a limb above him. There on the branch sat Father Falcon. The bird's piercing eyes bored into Bvarn's soul, and he truly understood his worth. He looked down at the dagger, and tossed it back under the bush. With a simple nod, Bvarn ran after the others as fast as his legs would carry him.

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Elsewhere, Ikawi stood standing by the corrupted pond and thought of his next course. He had to do something to satisfy his lord, lest the power that sustained him be taken away. As Ikawi lost himself in thought, a frog jumped up nest to his foot. Ikawi saw the creature and lifted up his foot to stomp on it.

"I wouldn't do that id I were you. I have a nasty bite."

Ikawi had never seen a talking frog before, and so softly put down his foot.

"Pick me up, Ikawi. I would have words with you."

By now, Ikawi was quite perplexed and picked up the green frog. AS he looked closely, he saw the eyes were not those of a beast, but the eyes of The Black Hand.

"What do you want?!" snarled Ikawi.

"I've forseen your trouble, and seek to offer council."

"I need nothing from he who would give my enemies weapons to destroy me."

"We both know the limits of Gamush's dagger. If your stupid enough to allow him to kill you with it, then that is hardly my concern."

Ikawi wanted to throw the frog as far as he could, but his curiousity won out. "Tell me what you offer as council."

The frog whispered a plan dark and devious, and Ikawi added his own parts to it. Soon both elf and frog were grinning evilly.

"Now, I must depart. My own designs demand my attention."

Just then, the frog exploded covering Ikawi in goo. He cursed at Black Hand's insult, but then smiled. Together with the other elf, he had arrived at a plan that would destroy Eruco once and for all. Ikawi headed back to Dul Guldur; he had plans to make.

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"Your future employer is running on borrowed time, and it grows short! Hurry, my puppet, for if he dies, she dies too." The essence of Sauron left. Pyron stumpled to his feet, reformerd his wings into his body and ran. He took massive leaps and his right arm dangled beside him. It was getting dark, yet this was no excuse for a vampyre, let alone an elvish one. He ran on, for love.

Suddenly, Bvarn stumbled out of the undergrowth, making a lot of noise. He seemed to be seething at somthing, or somone. Elesser raised an eyebrow at Balain, but he just shook his head breifly.
"What happened?" Elesser asked. Bvarn seemed to be in two minds for a moment, but eventually replied.
"Tripped on a tree trunk, broke my nose," he said in nasel tones, wincing slightly. It was obviusly not the whole truth, but Elesser accepted it- for now.
"Be more carfeul, next time. Surely you of all people should know that," The Nomad said innocently. Bvarn narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
Elesser looked around. The camp was a loathsome sight, with dead animals hanging from any place, swords lieing about, and some dead bodies, too. He wanted to burn it, bu that would just attract unwanted attention. Suddenly he frowned slightly.
"Anyone seen the others?"

Pyron got up, his vision blurred, and some hope returned. He had just hit a tree. A tree, of Mirkwood.
"Ikawi," Pyron whispered, "here I come."

Meanwhile, the other three were circling Pulkit and Felanil.

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Just then, two arrows flew from the woods, and caught the wounded warg in his throat. The warg collapsed upon Pulkit, pinning him to the ground. Sobet, Scar and Felanil formed a wall between the wizard and the woods, but when two elves walked out holding glowing golden bows, weapons were lowered and the four members of the Fellowship realized that they had found the Elves of Mirkwood.

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