"Alright, got it." He confirmed, riding up to Glorfindel. Once close enough he'd nock an arrow into his bow, and after drawing it he'd point it at the elf. His face grim and resolute.
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Hering would suddenly stop chuckling. His face as serious and calm as it could be while he attempted to sit as straight as possible in the chair, feeling the ropes pattern and design to test the knot.
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Mirecyla would breath a heavy sigh of relief. "Taras you son of a bitch, you got the keys? As of what happened to us, well, would you believe the king tried to negotiate with me out of all people! Although his proposal was so fucking stupid. What the hell is happening up there? Also Endo's unconscious." She'd tell the invisible boy
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Mirecyla would breath a heavy sigh of relief. "Taras you son of a bitch, you got the keys? As of what happened to us, well, would you believe the king tried to negotiate with me out of all people! Although his proposal was so fucking stupid. What the hell is happening up there? Also Endo's unconscious." She'd tell the invisible boy
"Who in Durins name are these other people?" Thoruk would think before the other voice appears in his head. "How should I convince Eonwe to help us? He was sleeping for months before we left, I don't think he will wake up again, or will he?" he'd ask the voice. "Besides that, who will deal with Morgoth if I and my team were to search for the powerful stone you need? If you can prevent him from killing my folk I can assure you to find this gem." he'd say, trying to hide that he had heard the other voice, not sure of what to realy do at this point.
Ha'zi stared distastefully at the elf, and, surprisingly, with a hint of guilt. It seemed quite mysterious as to why Glorfindel would act this way, though it might also seem that the warrior had finally snapped. But for the Haradrim, he felt responsible as the memories of his anger-polluted actions came to mind. Perhaps the elf had been pushed over the edge by them... Whether this was or wasn't due to Ha'zi, however, he didn't make any movement to do anything about it, as it was rather futile due to it being, well, Glorfindel, and because of his exhaustion. He instead turned to Vardamir, asking, "Captain, what shall we do now?"
Sigeric scoffed. "He must be significantly weakened. At his full strength, all of your rangers would already be dead. Do not underestimate him." Sigeric considered reading Glorfindel's thoughts to find out what was going through his mind to cause him to act like this, but he knew that he didn't have the energy. "Wait, you said that he was wanted for crimes in the capital. What sort of disturbance did he create?" he directed his question to Vardimir.
"Dwarf?! My name is Dimitri! My people have fought Morgoth longer than you rats have and don't need magic powers to beat an orc. I beat your master's lapdog once with just words, and another time with my fists! The only short, nasty bugger here is your cock, wazzocks!" Dimitri imagined himself shouting.
Don't even think about it, you tard. I don't plan on dying yet. Stay quiet.
Dimitri stayed quiet, though he mumbled a curse under his breathe.
Don't even think about it, you tard. I don't plan on dying yet. Stay quiet.
Dimitri stayed quiet, though he mumbled a curse under his breathe.
Iver stood there for a moment without moving, that was a lot to process. "I need some time to.... sort this out" Iver said and made his way to sit on the stone.
"Once he's taken captive, we'll return to Minas Tirith where he shall stand for trial for his crimes." Vardamir responded to them. "According to our man," He nodded to a man bearing the royal sigil of the citadel and a messenger's arrow, "He attempted to assassinate these enemy giants during a negotiation which caused this mess." The captain turned to glance at him. "Isn't that right, elf?!"
"You lie," Glorfindel replied cooly despite his condition. He was plastered in blood and other fluids from head to toe and seemed to be limping with a slight hunch as he turned from side to side as the rangers closed in. His body was clearly taxed and as Sigeric contemplated the notion of reading his mind, he accidentally did so. But no. He wasn't reading his mind. Instead he was...delving into his memories...
As Rambo was lining up his shot, he noticed some of the other rangers were not a part of their detachment. They had been those who volunteered for specialist training as the Ered Nimrais camp. He did not know their names but he had seen one of them. They were wielding rather over-sized and queer weapons. Two men bore strange runic black plate armor beneath their capes whilst bearing drop-point beveled edged swords that were clearly heavy by the looks of it. Yet, the wielders were built like bears. Meanwhile, another had a crossbow which was an obviously non-standard issue weapon and the fourth was using a pike, these two appeared to possess whips that were hung at their belts. Ha'zi also caught sight of these rangers amidst their ranks. The four were at the forefront of Glorfindel's detainment.
One of them swung a whip at the elf and it caught hold. The ranger pulled on it, however, Glorfindel yanked it and the man staggered forward. In response, the two armored rangers rushed forward and swung their weapons at him. He dashed back and was caught by another whip. Glorfindel cut through it with his own shortsword and flipped over the charging rangers. He kicked one in the face, sending a tooth cascading whilst using the other's shoulder as a platform to launch himself onto the ribs of the Giant and gaining a height advantage. He looked down, almost stoically at the rangers beneath him and sighed in what seemed to be a mix of pity and exhaustion. Sadly, Glorfindel was oblivious to the fact that he was directly open to Rambo's shot.
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"Watch your tongue, Hobbit. You're speaking to the General Belzagar." One of the officers in the chamber warned Daugo.
The man that could only be the General raised a hand in reply, silencing him. "Cease your dispute, Ostopher." He glanced at the Hobbit was sympathetic eyes, "He is but a new addition to our growing might. Welcome him as such."
"Sir." The curt acknowledgment came from the man called Ostopher.
"Now, Mister Burgins. Shall we attend to our private matters?" The general seated himself with a smile that seemed too charismatic for such a stern, grim face.
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The rope held tight. It appeared to be a standard form. Simple but effective. Yet the rope felt a bit loose on his hands.
The two men stared almost puzzled at him. It appeared they had asked him a question.
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"Shhhh." Taras quieted her. "No. I hear someone coming. Just sit tight and I'll rescue you guys. Give me some time. Okay, shh-" And silence returned just as three men rounded the corner. Mirecyla could hear them strolling and they passed her cell, casually.
"Were you talk-" One of them saw Endo and let out a grunt, "Bloody bitch. What a monster. Just like Pethon told us aye?" He laughed and continued on his way. One of the men followed but the other lingered behind to watch Mirecyla.
"You can't really be a monster?" He asked her with sincere curiosity.
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Through Dimitri's patience he overheard some more chatter and armor clinking as they carried him. He was unsure of where exactly they were going or taking him but the mention of the words 'Mineltar' and 'Valmar' as well as 'Manwe' and 'flight' was good enough to piece together a logical puzzle. Dimitri felt something unusual as he listened. The one carrying him quivered slightly. No...not him...the ground...it shook...
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Mandos sighed. "You are not in the position to ask questions. You either do as I say and your folks will have a chance of survival or you do not and they shall suffer and you shall wish you had listened to the Judge of Fate. Now go and find the Silmaril." There was evident frustration in his tone. And slowly the world around Thoruk began to dissolve into shadows. The voices in his mind surged into one.
"He decieves, Thoruk. Don't trust him." It sounded like Mahal's, yet, bits of Irdis and his own feelings were mixed in.
His eyes opened as sunlight streamed in over his beard and onto his course unwashed features.
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The Trickster said nothing. All he did was stand there, back turned to Iver as he stared off into the distance.
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"You lie," Glorfindel replied cooly despite his condition. He was plastered in blood and other fluids from head to toe and seemed to be limping with a slight hunch as he turned from side to side as the rangers closed in. His body was clearly taxed and as Sigeric contemplated the notion of reading his mind, he accidentally did so. But no. He wasn't reading his mind. Instead he was...delving into his memories...
As Rambo was lining up his shot, he noticed some of the other rangers were not a part of their detachment. They had been those who volunteered for specialist training as the Ered Nimrais camp. He did not know their names but he had seen one of them. They were wielding rather over-sized and queer weapons. Two men bore strange runic black plate armor beneath their capes whilst bearing drop-point beveled edged swords that were clearly heavy by the looks of it. Yet, the wielders were built like bears. Meanwhile, another had a crossbow which was an obviously non-standard issue weapon and the fourth was using a pike, these two appeared to possess whips that were hung at their belts. Ha'zi also caught sight of these rangers amidst their ranks. The four were at the forefront of Glorfindel's detainment.
One of them swung a whip at the elf and it caught hold. The ranger pulled on it, however, Glorfindel yanked it and the man staggered forward. In response, the two armored rangers rushed forward and swung their weapons at him. He dashed back and was caught by another whip. Glorfindel cut through it with his own shortsword and flipped over the charging rangers. He kicked one in the face, sending a tooth cascading whilst using the other's shoulder as a platform to launch himself onto the ribs of the Giant and gaining a height advantage. He looked down, almost stoically at the rangers beneath him and sighed in what seemed to be a mix of pity and exhaustion. Sadly, Glorfindel was oblivious to the fact that he was directly open to Rambo's shot.
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"Watch your tongue, Hobbit. You're speaking to the General Belzagar." One of the officers in the chamber warned Daugo.
The man that could only be the General raised a hand in reply, silencing him. "Cease your dispute, Ostopher." He glanced at the Hobbit was sympathetic eyes, "He is but a new addition to our growing might. Welcome him as such."
"Sir." The curt acknowledgment came from the man called Ostopher.
"Now, Mister Burgins. Shall we attend to our private matters?" The general seated himself with a smile that seemed too charismatic for such a stern, grim face.
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The rope held tight. It appeared to be a standard form. Simple but effective. Yet the rope felt a bit loose on his hands.
The two men stared almost puzzled at him. It appeared they had asked him a question.
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"Shhhh." Taras quieted her. "No. I hear someone coming. Just sit tight and I'll rescue you guys. Give me some time. Okay, shh-" And silence returned just as three men rounded the corner. Mirecyla could hear them strolling and they passed her cell, casually.
"Were you talk-" One of them saw Endo and let out a grunt, "Bloody bitch. What a monster. Just like Pethon told us aye?" He laughed and continued on his way. One of the men followed but the other lingered behind to watch Mirecyla.
"You can't really be a monster?" He asked her with sincere curiosity.
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Through Dimitri's patience he overheard some more chatter and armor clinking as they carried him. He was unsure of where exactly they were going or taking him but the mention of the words 'Mineltar' and 'Valmar' as well as 'Manwe' and 'flight' was good enough to piece together a logical puzzle. Dimitri felt something unusual as he listened. The one carrying him quivered slightly. No...not him...the ground...it shook...
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Mandos sighed. "You are not in the position to ask questions. You either do as I say and your folks will have a chance of survival or you do not and they shall suffer and you shall wish you had listened to the Judge of Fate. Now go and find the Silmaril." There was evident frustration in his tone. And slowly the world around Thoruk began to dissolve into shadows. The voices in his mind surged into one.
"He decieves, Thoruk. Don't trust him." It sounded like Mahal's, yet, bits of Irdis and his own feelings were mixed in.
His eyes opened as sunlight streamed in over his beard and onto his course unwashed features.
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The Trickster said nothing. All he did was stand there, back turned to Iver as he stared off into the distance.
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Hering began to extremely slowly start to try and loosen the rope, rubbing the two rope bits together. What had they asked him he wondered? Bah, it doesn't matter. He'd turn to the other man and say "For crimes against the Kingsom of Gondor and the free people's I ask that both you, the serpent and armored come with me to the king who shall decide your punishment. Refusal to do so shall result in your death."
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"What, oh fine." Mirecyla would say hearing the footsteps herself. She'd meet the men in the eyes and snarl as they walked past, but one remained. You can't really be a monster? He asked her. She looked down and sighed, raising her palms to the man. "Tell me what you see. I see fingers instead of claws, no fangs in replacement of my teeth. My eyes are not red and my skin is a normal shade and texture. My hair is, er, was silky as it should and no wings or tails grow from my body. I've been told I was a monster, and I projected myself as one. My people have done nothing to yours when under our own free will, what's your definition of a monster?
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"What, oh fine." Mirecyla would say hearing the footsteps herself. She'd meet the men in the eyes and snarl as they walked past, but one remained. You can't really be a monster? He asked her. She looked down and sighed, raising her palms to the man. "Tell me what you see. I see fingers instead of claws, no fangs in replacement of my teeth. My eyes are not red and my skin is a normal shade and texture. My hair is, er, was silky as it should and no wings or tails grow from my body. I've been told I was a monster, and I projected myself as one. My people have done nothing to yours when under our own free will, what's your definition of a monster?
"Urgh" Thoruk would grumble as his stomach hurts. "It was only a dream? Yet it felt so real..." Another sting in his stomach "Ugh, I left out the dinner, damnit" he'd say, not realy aware of where he was, still a bit dazzled he would stand up grab everything he'd need and walk towards the door.
Ha'zi continued to watch the pitiful show, grimly acknowledging Vardamir's words. The highly unusual seemed to be active today. Never had he thought that Glorfindel would be majorly responsible for a terroristic attack on Minas Tirith, along with the fact that he was currently in the process of being arrested, though the latter didn't surprise him all that much due to his reckless behavior. And if this wasn't enough, the Haradrim caught sight of a strange group with even odder weapons. The way that they looked with those in hand brought a humorous look to Ha'zi's face. "Who would those folk happen to be? A new unit?" He asked out of the corner of his mouth, directing it again towards his captain.
Dimitri drew the conclusion that he was going to be executed for fake crimes unless he did something. Perhaps that quaking was help. "Whats that shaking?" Dimitri demanded.
Rambo held his bow steady throughout Glorfindels fight, why were they doing this? But then, orders were orders, he thought. As Glorfindel finished his fight, Rambo had a clear shot of the elf, he let the arrow fly at the elt’s feet. Then, he would nock another arrow into his bow. He’d aim at it at Glorfindel’s shoulder this time. After drawing the string back he spoke. “Surrender elf or I will not hesitate to put the next one in your shoulder.” He warned him in a calm tone.
Sigeric was surprised at the fact that he could read Glorfindel's memories. It seemed that he still had a modicum of energy left over. Perhaps reading minds simply took much less energy than his newly discoved psychic location abilities. Either way, he was lucky that he had accidently tried to read Glorfindel's thoughts, or he might not have realized it. thanks cap. Sigeric delved into the Elf's memories, attempting to discover what had happened at Minas Tirith.
"Good morning, master dwarf. You missed dinner last night. It was something else, and it was fucking delicious.
I.. we hadn't eaten such a meal in a while. You truly missed out."
"Anyways, today is the day we embark on our journey to go to your kin, that dwell in those forts carved into mountains, are you ready?"
I.. we hadn't eaten such a meal in a while. You truly missed out."
"Anyways, today is the day we embark on our journey to go to your kin, that dwell in those forts carved into mountains, are you ready?"
Ivar sat on the stone and started sorting things in his head, using his super speed and amazing memory he would start going over the trickster's story again and again and again, there was a lot of information that was given to him: Trickster's name was Orome, he had a family, his daughter died to Eonwe and Manwe, Valar could be killed, their souls could be transferred, neither Morogth nor Manwe were truly evil..... So many details.
"So....." Iver said after sitting there for a moment or two, "Do you want me to call you trickster or Orome?" he asked carefully, knowing that the answer means whether he is speaking with the trickster or the Valar.
"So....." Iver said after sitting there for a moment or two, "Do you want me to call you trickster or Orome?" he asked carefully, knowing that the answer means whether he is speaking with the trickster or the Valar.
"Is he retarded?" Endo asked.
"Maybe," Berethor muttered. "Or maybe you punched his noggin' free?"
"Nah, man. He's definitely retarded." Endo japed. "Hear that, retard? Or are you going to spout more of your self-righteous crap? Or mistake us for your enemies?"
Hering couldn't make out a damn thing they said but it was clear they were not going to release him. His left hand found purchase against the chair he was tied to. He could lift it slightly.
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"Hmm..."
"Want to fuck her, ay, Harris?"
The man turned in the direction of his comrade's laughing. "N-no."
"Then hurry your slow arse up. And don't talk to the prisoner again. We've been instructed as much and the General made it clear that they have mystical magic to aid them. Her words may be poison." Mirecyla watched as the man trudged after his compatriots without another word.
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The muttering in the room came to a halt as Daugo seated himself. This was followed by an awkward cough and some shuffling as a couple of the higher ranked men took their seats around the chamber's mantlepiece roundtable. Daugo was uncomfortably small compared to all these men yet he had grown used to being the shortest one in the room for quite a while now.
Belzagar slammed his hand down on the table in a rather abrupt fashion startling some of the more sleepy officers.
"It has come to our attention that there is dissent amongst our forces. Information has been leaked to public domains which have been taken care of, for the most part by our diligent systems, and a rogue agent or group of agents undertook to sabotage diplomatic negotiations between the Reunited Kingdom and the excommunicated pack of giants. As you can tell, this is the reason we are gathered here today. Not only has this compromised any chances of recruitment and taken the possibility of an alliance off the table but it set us on the warpath with these...people."
"Permission to speak, sir?" One of the senior officers asked.
"Granted," Belzagar said.
"We should launch a pre-emptive strike and win the war with a single blow as done with Umbar." This was followed by some mutters and a few nods around the room.
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"Your doom, Dwarf." And suddenly the air thickened around Dimitri and he felt sweat trickle over his body as heat singed his skin. What were they doing to him? The quaking increased tenfold and Dimitri's body was shaking all over.
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"They're part of the new black rangers. Squadron Ten. General Belzagar's division." Vardamir stated, matter-of-factly with some distaste.
As Sigeric delved into those memories he felt a searing pain. And the memories changed. He found himself, transported as an omniscient viewer through Glorfindel's mind. He saw through Glorfindel's eyes and watched as the elf witnessed the death of his closest friend, almost a brother to him, it was Ecthelion of the Fountain who was stabbed through by the Balrog Gothmog and slew the beast in the fountain of Gondolin. Glorfindel was powerless to stop him and Sigeric was overcome with a flow of emotions he thought impossible from an elf, especially Glorfindel who seemed to express one singular feeling. That being indifference.
The arrow pierced through his right calve and Glorfindel let out a cry. Sigeric was ripped from the memory before he could react as agony surged over him and he felt as if he'd been shot in the right leg. As Rambo reloaded, the elf gripped his right leg and skirted along the top of the rib attempting to get out of range and spoke loud and defiantly, "I shall not be persecuted under false pretenses."
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The morning haze caught them both. Arandil had a fantastic dreamless night whilst Thoruk...well...Thoruk had his nightmarish vision of destiny.
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The Trickster exhaled.
"Whatever floats your boat, Iver." He turned around and glanced at Iver then his eyes dropped to the rock. He seemed to lack that spark of energy that was so typical of the Trickster.
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"Maybe," Berethor muttered. "Or maybe you punched his noggin' free?"
"Nah, man. He's definitely retarded." Endo japed. "Hear that, retard? Or are you going to spout more of your self-righteous crap? Or mistake us for your enemies?"
Hering couldn't make out a damn thing they said but it was clear they were not going to release him. His left hand found purchase against the chair he was tied to. He could lift it slightly.
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"Hmm..."
"Want to fuck her, ay, Harris?"
The man turned in the direction of his comrade's laughing. "N-no."
"Then hurry your slow arse up. And don't talk to the prisoner again. We've been instructed as much and the General made it clear that they have mystical magic to aid them. Her words may be poison." Mirecyla watched as the man trudged after his compatriots without another word.
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The muttering in the room came to a halt as Daugo seated himself. This was followed by an awkward cough and some shuffling as a couple of the higher ranked men took their seats around the chamber's mantlepiece roundtable. Daugo was uncomfortably small compared to all these men yet he had grown used to being the shortest one in the room for quite a while now.
Belzagar slammed his hand down on the table in a rather abrupt fashion startling some of the more sleepy officers.
"It has come to our attention that there is dissent amongst our forces. Information has been leaked to public domains which have been taken care of, for the most part by our diligent systems, and a rogue agent or group of agents undertook to sabotage diplomatic negotiations between the Reunited Kingdom and the excommunicated pack of giants. As you can tell, this is the reason we are gathered here today. Not only has this compromised any chances of recruitment and taken the possibility of an alliance off the table but it set us on the warpath with these...people."
"Permission to speak, sir?" One of the senior officers asked.
"Granted," Belzagar said.
"We should launch a pre-emptive strike and win the war with a single blow as done with Umbar." This was followed by some mutters and a few nods around the room.
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"Your doom, Dwarf." And suddenly the air thickened around Dimitri and he felt sweat trickle over his body as heat singed his skin. What were they doing to him? The quaking increased tenfold and Dimitri's body was shaking all over.
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"They're part of the new black rangers. Squadron Ten. General Belzagar's division." Vardamir stated, matter-of-factly with some distaste.
As Sigeric delved into those memories he felt a searing pain. And the memories changed. He found himself, transported as an omniscient viewer through Glorfindel's mind. He saw through Glorfindel's eyes and watched as the elf witnessed the death of his closest friend, almost a brother to him, it was Ecthelion of the Fountain who was stabbed through by the Balrog Gothmog and slew the beast in the fountain of Gondolin. Glorfindel was powerless to stop him and Sigeric was overcome with a flow of emotions he thought impossible from an elf, especially Glorfindel who seemed to express one singular feeling. That being indifference.
The arrow pierced through his right calve and Glorfindel let out a cry. Sigeric was ripped from the memory before he could react as agony surged over him and he felt as if he'd been shot in the right leg. As Rambo reloaded, the elf gripped his right leg and skirted along the top of the rib attempting to get out of range and spoke loud and defiantly, "I shall not be persecuted under false pretenses."
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The morning haze caught them both. Arandil had a fantastic dreamless night whilst Thoruk...well...Thoruk had his nightmarish vision of destiny.
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The Trickster exhaled.
"Whatever floats your boat, Iver." He turned around and glanced at Iver then his eyes dropped to the rock. He seemed to lack that spark of energy that was so typical of the Trickster.
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“You are to be put on trial elf, you will have a chance to give your side of the story. Continued resistance to arrest will not help your case. Do as we ask, or I shall be forced to shoot you again.” He warned the elf, though he felt... respect for him, he had just shrugged off an arrow to his leg and was still defiant. He kept his hand steady on the string, the arrow pointed towards Glorfindels shoulder.