she swallowed the liquid gratefully.
"I-well,we-all stand in your debt, Milord. i thank you."

She quickly mounted up on her horse, once again behind Frodo.

"We must make haste, for we are not past all danger."

she through a nervous glance at the surounding area before turning ehr attention back to the small group.

"Time moves against us, my friends."

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" I am no man of nobillity, being a simple man of arms befor e I was banished."
He rode towards the back of the column of companions and remained quietly vigilant

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

As Dregor Spoke Elthara was already working to mount the wounded upon horses.

The power of the healing potion passed down by her ancstors was enough to hold off the pain but not heal it, the evil passed through the sword at the great blow meant that it was impossible for the good of the elves to seep through. Dregor had saved her companion. For that she was grateful. She smiled as Dregor with her beautiful grey eyes and mounted Alwenrill with a wounded comrade. Frodo was worse that he had been when she last set eyes upon him. 'We must give Frodo the last of my potion, if you pour it into his mouth, it should be enough to keep him alive!'

Noro Lim Alwenrill! She cried. At that her companions began to charge swiftly after her. The grace of her movement was astounding, and kept her fellow comrades in awe of her.

'Rivendell, not two days from here, if we ride without a thought!' she proclaimed. As they rode swiftly, she cast a glance over to Dregor. She could feel something...something bad...and he could see it in her eyes.

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"Black Rider!" Dregor cried in his mighty voice as they crossed a small bridge. The companions stopped for amoment, but Dregor shouted "get to rivendell now, I will hold it here!!!"
He drew his longsword, whispered a word to Feasul and he rushed towards the wraith, sword upraised like Lord Orome in his wrath.

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

[lol sorry but seeing as this thread is set now br's don't exist!]

'No...it's something much worse than the power of the wringraiths...although i feel that they are bound to the powers of evil...what are these creatures!' Elthara excalimed looking toward Dregor. The other chracaters were oblivious...but clearly things weren't right.

Rivendell was on the Horizon, and the characters hurried fourth until they reached what looked like a beatifully constructed bridge.

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Dregor looked at the thing. It wore a Black robe, but its skin was almost human. It had dismounted and awaited Dregor at the bridge. "Hello mercenary. I am scarus of the blood eye. I am the avenger of Lord Sharthin of the easterlings. Or did you forget his body lying dead, run through as he ate?
Prepare to die!!" Scarus drew his sword, but Dregor threw his blade Orodrist straight at him. It hit the suprised easterling full in his chest. He fell on his back heavily. " You are a rubbish assasin" dregor snarled as he killed his would be murderer with hs long knife. He pulled Orodrist out of th e easterlings body and rode like a storm to rivendell , where he met the companions before nightfall at teh bridge. Most of them we asleep and Dregor spoke to eltara about their pursuer in hushed voices

(PS soz Frodos guide, my bad. also jsut included reference to my chaarcters past. I hope u dont mind lol)

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Things are not as they seem. The world is awakening to more evil than anticipated. The lives of many are being out into the hands of the valinant only this time it appears that Nobility is not going to be the simpleset way to sacrafice evil and work toward freedom. There is much more at hand here. Elthara knew this. She was wise. Looking ahead there was only the site of beauty. The glow, howver, had disappeared and the once omnipresent magic that romed the land of Rivendell had faded. All had been lost. She knew of this, and had done ever since her departure into the west. Just before her stood a familiar face.

'Hello there' Bombadil said as he leaned against and old ruin, with a pipe hangin out of the right side of his mouth.

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"Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be speaking with Tom Bombadil" said Dregor in amazement "how come you to be here?"

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

[read the rest EBM lol]

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"So what is our next course of Action Elthara?" Drehor sed ina rather casual manner
( sorry bin busy lol !!! SOORRY!!)

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "