With a strange twist of illusion, Ruth Ann's "figure" turned out to be Cyril, since he had been only two paces from the figure itself at the time, unbeknown. Meanwhile the watchful stranger had nimbly and silently reached the heights of the tree. Perhaps this being wielded the ability to twist what reality others saw... then again, maybe he/she was just quick.

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Turwaithiel heard Eruraina's orders and sighed. She gazed into the fire, and then, when she looked around a bit, she asked,

"Where's Ruth Ann?"

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Cyril looked over at Ruth Ann. "You want something?" he asked her.

Then hearing Turwaithiel he called out, "She's over here."

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Turwaithiel turned and took a deep breath and said, "Thank you!" She had stood, ready to go and search for her, but now Turwaithiel went and walked over to Eruraina, and sat by her by the fire, warming her hands.

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Ruth Ann titled her head to the side in confusion. Lowering her knife, she apologized to Cyril, "I'm sorry. I was sure you were an intruder." Ruth Ann looked around and up through the air. "There is someone else," she explain and took back at Cyril, "I could hear them."

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"I know." Cyril said calmly, not seeming to care much.

He gazed off into the night seeming quite distant and leaned against the tree.

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"How could you not care?" Ruth Ann irritatedly yelled at Cyril, "There is someone following us. We don't know their name. We don't know if they are good or bad, and all you can go about this is lean on a tree and ponder whether or not apples are yummier than oranges." This, of course, was not true, but Ruth Ann would find ways to tick a person off to get them to see things her way.

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The stranger within the tree glanced down, obviously somewhat amused, since a chuckle came from the cloaked being, a low and even voice speaking down towards them.

"Hobbits are strange and wondrous creatures with hasty tempers and magnificent spirit. You shall know my name, young one, and I may assure you as well that I mean no harm."

Again another chuckle sounded as the tall stranger leapt to the ground lightly, proving to be lithe, agile in every movement. The dark hood remained covering the features, however, so nothing was to be seen, though the brooch clasping the cloak was of a delicate silver design, a tear-drop jewel surrounded by vine details.

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"I never said you were... evil," Ruth Ann said as the figure jumped down out of the tree, "I was more curious to who you were rather than what side you were on. Although, I highly doubt..."

Ruth Ann cut herself off as she stared at the jewel, and, in a partially whisphered voice, she spoke, "So, you're an elf."

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"I never said you were... evil," Ruth Ann said as the figure jumped down out of the tree, "I was more curious to who you were rather than what side you were on. Although, I highly doubt..."

Ruth Ann cut herself off as she stared at the jewel, and, in a partially whisphered voice, she spoke, "So, you're an elf."

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Cyril turned around, somewhat uneffected by the new arrival.

"That's why I don't care." he said calmly as he leaned back against the tree.

He sat there silently, assuming that if there was anything that the elf wanted them to know she owuld tell them.

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"Ruth Ann is right though." Said Turwaithiel, who had heard Ruth screaming and came to investigate. Her sword was drawn, but now she carried it lazily over her shoulder...but still in open view. She glanced at the new figure. "Well, Hullo!" She said, half smiling. "Do you have a name, stranger?"

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"I go by the name Cor," the elf said simply in a quiet and low voice, usual for a he-elf skilled in tracking and hunting. With a bow showing the grace of a high-elf, Cor offered every courtesy and respect to those present.

"You pursue the Shadow, I understand? I have read ancient scrolls and sought those who know more than they may at first say, yet it is a hard evil to understand unless one were to closer pursue the shadow itself..." Cor continued.

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Rain stayed seated, watching the fire, yet keen elven ears picked up the conversation.
"I said come back because I knew he would show himself to us eventually," she mumbled to herself...

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"So, Cor," Ruth Ann Underhill assumed, "You know of this shadow? Would you by then also have obtained knowledge of a source or power behind it?" Ruth Ann sheathed her knife and crossed her arms, awaiting Cor's answer.

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"Pleasure." Turwaithiel said simply in greeting to Cor, nodding her head to him, but she still keep her sword were it was, out in the open.

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