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(Oooh.. the Nazgul... But um the Nazgul ride Hell Hawks...)

"I wouldn't want to be king of those disgusting, vile, amorral-" Sila's rant about the problems of men was cut short by the cry of the nine most powerful servants of Sauron. She imedeatly gripped her fingers in her horses main and veered him off of the path a little, so that they were in the shadows. She had no weapons that she would fight the nine with, and she thought it best not to try. She motioned to Anduin even as she whispered soothing words, calming her horse...

Anduin turned as the the nazgul flew past. her ears felt like they were going to explode as the screech sounded and sent a shiver down her spine. She hid under the shadow of the trees and turned as she saw another rider coming fowad. She listened to the question and rolled her eyes. "Is that all you can think about? In the middle of that? What are your name's" She mocked. Clearly this boy had no clue of what to think. She sighed at the thought of overreacting. "I will not tell you my name. I don't randomly give my name to guys who ride up." She turned from him and looked at the sky. "They're gone."

" well im sorry for being so agressive." he said to the two riders beside him. "i was just going to ask you if Im heading the right way to Gondor'. he said to them " And i wanted to warn you about a Goblin Raiding Party Coming around this way... i doubt they'd go into gondor or take the main roads or anything but i was gonna tell you just for caution.

Sila stared at the man, then nodded. "Your intentions were good... Thank you." She tilted her head to one side. "If you will tell me your name I shall tell you mine."

She stopped and looked into the sky. The Nazgul were coming back. She pulled her horse back, and then her bows and arrows. These creatures were some of the strongest servants of the Dark Lord and she should try her hardest to fight them, for her people and all the free peoples in middel earth.

Anduin looked at the stranger than back at Sila as they talked. She had nothing more to say at the moment for her minds were on the thought of goblins alongside of nazgul. She closed her eyes. Not very pleasant at all for a couple of elves.

Anduin looked at her. "Of course. Come along. Um..." For a moment she couldn't think straight. She turned to the road. We shouldn't travel at night with the threat of Goblins around. We can take shelter at a village two hourse ride from here whixh we can make just before sundown or make camp sometime between now and dark."

Elrothiel emerged quietly from Fangorn. She laid a pale hand on the bark of the tree as she emerged into the sunlight. It glistened on her hair and illuminated her bright green eyes even more. "Thank you." she said in her native tongue, "it is many years now since my people ceased to teach you but still we elves can learn. You have taught me much." She smiled softly before turning and walking out into the sunlight. She wore travelling clothes of a silver floating material that glittered strangely as she moved and her glossy brown hair was loose apart from one strand from each side that were plaited together down her back. She narrowed her eyes, piercing the distance and she could see two groups of people leaving in different directions. From this distance even elven eyes could not tell more than the number and that several in the second group were on horseback. They disappeared into Fangorn. She shook her head slightly. She would not catch up with riders. She loosened her sword in its sheath and light-footedly set out after the first two. If she travelled swiftly she ought to be able to catch them before dark. She began to climb the rise and head towards the gap of Rohan. She was interested in these sudden travellers and the new unease settling over the land. The growing threat of Mordor was common knowledge. However, she had not been home to Imladris in several years and no further news had reached her in the month she had spent isolated in Fangorn. She sighed. It was time to rejoin the world.

Elrothiel stood on top of the rise and looked down at the two figures interestedly. Definitely human. No surprises there; this was Rohan after all. Even from this distance she could feel their caution towards each other and she frowned. Would they trust her enough to speak with her? Well, she would give them no reason not to and she would trust them. In the same way she could tell they distrusted each other she could somehow feel she could them. She began to go down the other side. It was steep but she had no difficulty. She silently blessed the gifts of the elves; light-footedness, excellent sight, some magical power. She frowned at that. She might be able to fight like any of the elven warriors but her magic was a lot weaker than theirs.
She had come to the bottom of the rise and set off across the plateau. The area in front of her to the gap of Rohan was flat now and she was catching up. They would inevitably see her soon.