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Elrothiel silently groaned as Norven shot at the approaching humans but was too late to stop him. With her elven eyes she had been able to see them more clearly and would not have liked to have to fight them with Van's injury. To her relief the woman seemed to be able to talk the man round though he was obviously very suspicious of them. She couldn't blame them. She reflected wryly that she wasn't as wary as she should be, especially as she barely knew any of the people she was travelling with.

"A scratch does not cause a limp," Nessa said with a slight smile. Tyson passed another look. He was being way too serious. She bit her lip and secided to follow her friend's idea and leave. She mounted her horse gracefully, starting in a walk as she wished farwell to the others.

Tyson had already started in a soft canter, heading back towards Rohan, giving the group a sneering eye. He had never approved of travelers.

Nessa started after Tyson who had slowed his horse down ahead. Nessa went pass hism, giving him a dirty look. "What is with you, Tyson? You were being extremely rude," Nessa said as she noticed Tyson following her now. She knew he was listening.

"My problem?" Tyson let out a grunt and a few words were mummbled under his breath. "I was almost shot if you cared to notice."

"Do not dare say that I don't care. You are one of the few I do care about," Nessa said, her cheeks flushed with confusuion. Tyson had been the one to teach her the skills of a swordsman. Tyson had been the one to get her into the Rider of Rohan. How could she not care? There was silence and Nessa kicked her horse back into a canter.

Van grinned. Now that the two were out of ear shot he could say his comment he had been holding. 'I see why its so importent to harbor such extreame hate and prejudice against the orcs...it gives us an excuse to shoot other humans.' Van said with a grin. Then he turned to Elrothiel, 'Im shure he would've been more hospitable under other circumstancies, though, I'm not a fan of the Rohan people...'

Norven looked to Van with scowl. " In Rohan you have to attack before your attack but I would not expect a man from people who kill for fun to understand this" He said putting his bow back across his back.

"Give it a rest you two." Elrothiel said, trying to look stern but laughing despite herself. "Our arguing must give warnings to any enemy for miles." She ducked under an overhanging branch and looked into the clearing with relief. "Well, at least nobody's been through here in our absence." She crossed and sat beside the fire and started to relight it with dry leaves and twigs.

Nessa reported to a place outside of the Goldne Hall, arrows stuffed into a quiver and her bow held tightly in her grip. She needed to let off steam and usually Tyson was her sparing partner, but he was the reason to be angry. Sometimes she loved him like a brother and at others... She bit her lip and knotched an arrow onto the bowstring, pulling her fingers back over the white and blue speckles feathers until the tips of her fingers brushed against her cheekbone. She gazed at her target for a moment, sensing the area needed to make a bullseye and then released the arrow. A thud was made as the arrow struck the target, creating a hole as the tip pierced through it. Perfect shot. She continued through the steps, blocking out the thoughts that ran through her mind.

Tyson leaned against his window, his emerald eyes gazing at Nessa as he watched from afar. He had taught her well, the skills of archery, and he knew her strongpoint in swordsmanship. Tyson let out a sigh as he turned away, his hands were shoved into his pockets, and he walked down one of the many great halls untila messanger came up to him. The man's face was pale, and he was short and round.
"Sir Tyson?" he asked in a small voice. Tyson nodded. The messanger handed him a yellow0ish piece of paper, nodded in respect, and then scurried off. Tyson gazed at the paper, reading through what it said. He gasped slightly, and the reread it...