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Standing in a frontier outside the borders of Lotlorien was a tall yet slender elf, he had unusual eyes and hair as most would say for it was of a deep blue. His gaze was foward and with him standing in perfect rows were two score elves under his command, He was an elf of an forgotten age in which before the recordings of elves and men, he has seen and witnessed much of this world but yet continues untouched by time. He watched the frontiers of Lorien as Gondorians sent thier rangers to the distant areas to try and cut off mordor support troops orcs and otherwise.

Looking over an outstretch of land as the pinacle of the semi cliff they stood upon overlooked the borders of Rohan, the elven eyes of the blue haired ranger found what they seeked as he ltook up his bow and raised it as he spoke. "Tangado haid!" the two score elves immediatly rallied into lines of continous fire. "Tangado a Chadad!" two score bows had arrows notched to them and held in the same way as teh passing orcs below had no clue. "Dartho......dartho....." They drew closer and closer below until the ears of all elves present twitched from the clarity of heavy tinkering armor as the orcs march below.

"Hado i phillin!" Forty one arrows cut the air as it rained upon the unsuspecting orcs as they scattered, eventually finding the source more and more were cut down but now the orcs rallied and began charging uphill. "Megil! Megil!.....Dartho......Hado i phillin!.....Herio!!" The front line of elves pulled swords as the second line fired arrows into the charging orcs, then with the words Herio the elven line and the blue haired Warrior named Erestor Mithrandir charged downhill to meet thier foe blade to blade.

"Ah..." Sila shrugged as she stroked Tharon slightly. "The only Elf that I have ever really had dealings with from Lorine was Haldir... and he wasn't the most... modist elf ever." She looked over at Anduin.

"And when you say a bit, I'm sure that you have actualy done quite a bit, and are very good at the weapons."

Nimrondell was glad to see that noone had parished this time, for the last time they battled eleven good elves were lost. That was a hard day for everyone but so is life, if we are to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Nimrondell followed the rest of her troop into the thickets of an undergrowth, were they were to make camp tonight.

Nimrondell sat quietly rubbing oil onto her bow to keep it in good condition, when out of the darkness Erestor approached. Quickly Nimrondell got to her feet and bowed, then looked up her dark hair flying into her face. Her green eyes shone brightly even though there were no fires this night. She quickly brushed her dark hair out of her face and over her shoulder. "Man anirach cerin an le"Nimrondell spoke then waited for Erestor to respond. "You are a god shot......thank you for earlier" he said gently. "Thanks you but i was only doing what was asked of me" Nimrondell said as Erestor headed away but turned back as she finished. "Belain ne le" she said and bowed her head crossing her righ hand over her chest. He nooded slightly and then headed off to the outskirts of the camp.

Nimrondell sat back down and went back to her work, she would have told the others about how Erestor had thanked her and even had says he was a good shot but she knew it was hard for him to do such. So it must be kept to herself to enjoy but not only that it was unproper to gloat. She smiled, at least she had done something right for a change.

A hawk of Lorien came upon Erestor although it was no great hawk like Gwaihir but the common smaller ones, de-attaching a note he read it over quickly and wrote a reply as he walked into camp. "Elnorian take a score of your troop back to Lorien, no need to make haste but I recommend it in these times.....Nimrondell you and nineteen others whom of course are a score are to come with me. We are to venture to Rohan further and scout out the borders of fangorn, our lady seems to believe something lay await there that shouldnt be......

Now come we have no time we travel by day and night if we must, keep bows in hand and wits clear and about you, let us be swift and may Lluvatar watch over us...." Pulling the hood of his cloak over his head the two score elves disband as Erestor marches for Fangorn.

Nimrondell bowed in respons to Erestor's words and quickly grabed her bow and her quiver and placed it on her back. She took up walking right behind Erestor, keeping her beautiful bow in her hand as she walked. An arrow was close at hand in case she needed to use it in hast. She had her eyes and her ears totally open to the world around her, if something would move that was not the other elves she would know it in a heart beat.

Nimrondell was a thin elf but very powerful and it showed in her personality and her skills. She made no sound as she moved which made her a great warrior, she looked ahead of Erestor and behind. Her movements were bairly noticed, she wondered what was on the boarder of Fangorn that the Lady would send them to get ride of. Nimrondell had a cloak of dark green about her shoulders but she did not put her hood up. She was less noticable from her black hair then Erestor with his blue hair. Some of the other elves had their hoods up but that was because their hair was the color of the sun and more noticeable. The ones that had no cloak or no hood on had hair the color of Nimrondell or like the elves of Mirkwood. Nimrondell heard a bird fly over head and quickly looked up to see what it was, when she saw that it was a crow she slanted her eyes and returned them back to the path in which they took.

She nodded. Her weapons work was okay when it came to swordsmanship, but she was highly proud of her archery, in her opinion. "Other than practice and serve around Lorien I really believe I've served a low purpose. I always dreamed, as a younger girl, to fight alongside Haldir or another." She sighed when she remembered an argument she had had with her father. He looked like he was going to explode when he yelled at her. She didn't break down into tears as some may have thought, but just walked awy quietly. She didn't see her father as an uderstanding one, as she had hoped.

Nimrondell mounted her horse quickly as was asked and Erestor headed off in the direction of Rivendell in the common tounge. Nimrondell not needing to have her hair tied back let it hang loose now. It waved back and forth as they rode with great speed. Her hair blended beautifully with the horse's skin and main, it was as if it were suited for her. As the road Nimrondell watched every patch of land as they went by. Nimrondell had seen the crow and was going to shoot it down but Erestor do so first, which was well due to the fact that a message was involved.

Nimrondell found herself staring at Erestor's beautiful blue hair in the dark moonlight that covered the land in shadow. Her's of course blended in except that it had a hint of deep purple when the moonlight hit it just right. "Why did Erestor take me and not someone else" she thought as the kept a fast pace. She hated being called "young one" just because she was not as old as Erestor. Really she thought that it didn't matter how old you were, when you were an elf and lived forever. However, she was not about to challange her commander, she knew that she would loose. She like when he said her name, it sounded beautiful when it came from his lips. Nimrondell shook her head to regain her thoughts and wits, now was not the time to day dream about such things that could not be. Rivendell she thought, she had not seen the city in ages, and was happy to be going back. She would have loved to talk with Erestor but did not know what to say, she thought it better to keep quiet.