Manwawen nodded, and watched them go.
"They'll be okay, Atlante. Meleth and the others are some of the best fighters I know... Why don't we go groom our horses... I'm sure they could use the company... and we need something to get are mind off... this matter..."

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adjusted the strap on his back. Benethe him he could feel his horse, Kira, getting restless. "No worry my lady." The elf murmured. "Soon we'll be moving and you will beg for a break"

Meleth mounted Minuial in one swift, fluid motion, and checked the twin hilts of her knives at her belt. She looked back to smile at Atalante, and trotted through the gates into the forest.

Atalante watched her go and then turned to Manwawen as they left. "Yes," she sighed, "I suppose so."

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Adjusting the strap of her quiver, then her sword belt, Mirwen patted her chestnut mare's neck silently, before nudging her after Meleth, glancing about at their surroundings as they rode.

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Aearion stood, looking on blindly as the as the elves and men left, and put a gentle hand on Atalante's shoulder,

"Don't worry, I am quite sure Meleth and the rest of the scouts will all return only slightly injured." He gave a gentle smile, and squeazed her shoulder. "I'm just kidding. They will all return, and in one piece."

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Atalante gave a small smile, and leaned her dark head on his shoulder briefly. "You're right," she murmured, "I am wrong to worry."

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Aaearion smiled in return.

"And besides, if they do return injured, they will get quite a lesson from my dear Ada. I am sure he made his last patient stay in bed for over five weeks, with only a fractured ankle..." His green eyes sparkled mischieviously as he recalled having to assist his foster father in the mishap.

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Atalante actually laughed this time, a bell-like sound quickly stifled. "Yes, I am sure they mean to be extremely careful in view of the consequences," she replied, eyes dancing mischeivously. "Ah, I am glad you are here, Aearion."

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Aearion chuckled along with Atalante, smiling one of his true smiles, which few had ever seen.

"I am glad you are here as well, Atalante, and yes, I am here, as always." He moved his head as if to look in her direction, although his eyes were unseeing. "Have you ever been part of a scouting party before?"

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Tarannon sighed as he watched the messengers go. He still felt that he should have gone, since he was a Ranger. Besides - even though the Elves far outclassed him in stealth, would they know just who they were supposed to tell once they got out of the forest? He knew. Once out, the nearest Outpost would have to be warned, lest it be overwhelmed by a threat that they had no idea about. From there, they needed to proceed to the King in Minas Tirith, or maybe Fornost, depending on where he was at the time.

"Why couldn't they send more Rangers to Eryn Lasgalen?" he wondered out loud. Very little had been heard from the folk of Celeborn in the south of the forest, near the ruins of Dol Guldur. If they were all dead or gone, then whatever evil was growing down there must be great indeed. In the years since the defeat of Sauron, the Wood of Greenleaves had been made great once more, but starting only a year or two ago, it had begun slipping back into darkness.

Tarannon let out a snort of laughter as he realized that he was stroking his bow as he contemplated recent events. It's not that bad, he thought to himself. I certainly don't have to be prepared to shoot anything right now, especially not inside the palace.

Still chuckling to himself, he walked down towards the gates, where the others were still standing.

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Saedd looked at the distance. The grotty air led him feel instinctly something bad is going to happen. One should be so blind and deaf to avoid the presence of anything evil wandering around the forests of Mirkwood. He looked at the scouting party that departed recently. As their horses ran through the shadows and lost one by one. The other ranger can chuckle easily. Saedd thought of cutting his head off his body for a moment but that would not give him any comfort. He gazed around the palace and lastly his eyes fixed upon the ranger, Tarannon very long.

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Atalante shook her head. "I did ask, but there are Dunedain and Elves here that far surpass my limited skill. And Meleth says I am too young," she added softly.

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Aearion nodded, and sqeazed her shoulder again as he caught the last part of her sentence, but did not comment on it.

"I am afraid I am restricted from any means of battle or danger. My ada being a healer for one, and then of course my blindness..." Aearion turned away, and tried to think of the last time he could see.. He shook it off. His memories of Dul Guldor were too vivid.

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Atalante caught his hand with her own. "Do not think you are worth any less to us because you are blind," she told him earnestly. "I cannot think what I - we - would do without you." She smiled, even though he could not see it, and let his hand go. Catching Manwawen's sleeve, she said, more cheerfully now, "Come - the horses would indeed be glad for us to visit them."

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Meleth checked absently behind her to make sure the others were all there. "I hope Atalante is not right to worry," she murmured to herself. "I cannot deny I have had doubts."

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Aearion squoze her hand before she let go, and gave the smallest smile, then followed her toward the stables, making sure he was out of the way of Atalante and Vanwawen. He was sure Morel, his horse, was just waiting for oats...

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Vanwawen smiled, and had been listening to Aearion and Atlante. When they started to head to the stable, she fallowed. She came up beside Aearion...

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