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Having done what she could to give the dead men of the Rohirrim some semblance of honour, Elrothiel returned to where the others were talking. She stood a little apart from the others, half listening to the conversation, but lost in thought. There was a slight crease between her brows, and a slight tilt to her mouthh that could have been the makings of a frown, but apart from these subtle signs there was no indication that her attention was focused on their surroundings and not the conversation. She felt a deep uneasiness, it unsettled her and she had a prickling feeling that they were being watched again. She scanned the horizon, seeking any signs of disturbance, but knowing she would see nothing. The feeling had been growing on her, and she now firmly believed that the source of this scrutiny was magical. This scared her slightly, the only people she could imagine watching them were Saruman or Sauron himself. Both ideas were equally disturbing. She didn't know if one of the others was important to the war in some way, or if someone had heard of the death of the orc patrol. She closed her eyes briefly, and sent out her sight. Instantly, the presence withdrew, leaving her with a cold feeling. She shivered, and turned back to the others, wondering if the others had felt it.

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Van saw the armies heading towards eachother from one of the ledges of the mountains near Jeangard. He was sour towards the Rohirum, his people and them generally clashed on many occasions, so if had to choose a side, he would of chosen to side with the orcs. But by the time he got there, the battle was finished. In fact, when he got there, they were moving the dead carcases around. Van saw the people talking to each other when he noticed the elf he had sprung from the orc prison. He stepped over a few boddies and walked over to her, "You cant seem to avoid them can you?" He asked her.

Elrothiel looked up and her eyes lit up at the sight of him. "Or you." she added, smiling. "Though I played no part in this battle." She added, surveying the ground with a slightly sad expression.

She shrugged. "Rivendell I suppose, though the others are taking a long time to reach any sort of conclusion." She sighed, "I wonder if they'll notice if I just walk off?" She considered them thoughtfully and then nodded. "I don't think they will. I'm going to leave for Rivendell then. Are you coming?"

She looked at him steadily. "It doesn't matter if they are. They will follow Lord Elrond's judgement, and he will believe that you are trustworthy if I vouch for you. You saved my life. I can't guarantee that the elves will be friendly, or that they won't be mistrustful, but they will respect you for what you did for me." She smiled lightly, "So, do you want to come?"

"Very well then." she said, trying not to show that she was pleased he had decided to come with her, "I think we should go west through the gap of Rohan and then north up towards Rivendell. It will probably be the quickest and easiest route." She turned westwards and began to walk, smiling slightly to herself.

Elrothiel looked at him sideways, unsure what he was thinking. "Are you sure that you're happy about this?" she asked, frowning slightly as she watched his expression, "I don't want you to feel that I'm pressuring you into anything."