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((Ok I'm getting confused now. Who is going where?))

Elrothiel dropped her belongings near the bracken and started to collect fuel for a fire. There was plenty of dry wood and grasses and with a whispered spell in elvish she soon had a small fire crackling under the shelter of the cliffside.

((my bad, i used his name in my post))

Elrothiel smiled softly at the ease in which the man slept. She would keep watch as elves rarely slept in the human sense, as they can sleep while walking or riding in the day time as well as at night. She ate some of the meat but sparingly so that there would be some left for Napier when he woke. She drank a little water and also a small slice of the lembas bread she had made in Fangorn. She thought back to the elves of Lorien who had taught her these skills and then further back to her own people. She sighed. She had been gone for too long. She sat with her back against the cliff face, staring out at the surrounding land. She was partially lit by flickering firelight and partly shrouded in dark shadows but her eyes glittered strangely seeing far beyond the range of mortal man. She stoked the fire, moving quietly so as not to disturb the man sleeping and sighed again. The gifts of the elves came with a price - a responsibility. Was she ready now to pick up those responsibilities that she couldn't before she left home? Only time would tell. She looked up at the stars and whispered softly to the night in her own tongue, watching and waiting for what the dawn would bring.

Sila couldn't stop from smileing. "Why thank you for the compliment, Anduin, you seem quite kind as well. And don't worry. It's not that you were being unclear, although I might have been so. It's just that we had a simply misunderstanding." She looked around. "I think that we're near to Rivendel. I don't normaly come this way, but it seems familre. You alright?" She asked, unsure if Anduin was alright.

Napier woke when it was still dark. He was going to wake Elrothiel, but he saw that she was already awake, lying against the cliffside. "Good morning...we must breakdown out camp fast, and get out of here before the sun rises. Perhaps we can sneak past Isenguard in the early morning, when the eyes of the enemy aren't looking."

Napier gathered his things, and started in the direction of Isenguard. Perhaps his time they would get by unseen. And, they could possibly meet back up with Thomas...the fool.

Azog Walked thrue the gates of Mians Morgul a black horse followed behind him. He looked around with his ork eyes peered around. With a bit of a grone he mounted his horse and made his way north moving along the edge of the Ash Moutans and the Dead Marshes. He was making his way to Isengard to speek with the wisard that lived there. Personaly he hatted wisards all most as much as he hatted Elvs, and would prafer to kill them on sight, but he had his orders and he must abyed by them.