To be fair, he doesn't get Spoon as dirty as he really ought - just enough to lend an air of truth to his fantastical tale. He studies the effect, and shakes his head. "It is well the twins are already too occupied with the upcoming battle to question much - they would see through this flimsy excuse in a heartbeat." But it's the best he can do with the limited time and resources he has, so it will have to do. "Come along."
He turns and heads off towards the camp, nearly completely silent. No leaves crunch under his feet, no gravel grates, no twigs snap. There are reasons elves excel in hunting orc. He pauses and whistles, mimicking the song of a bird more commonly found farther south, and the sound is repeated from within a small hollow just ahead. Glorfindel then leads the way down into the hollow.
There are six men in clothing similar to Spoon's in various stages of repose, leaning against their packs in a rough semi-circle. All are tall and dark-haired, with keen bright grey eyes and well-worn and well-cared-for gear. The only sign or decoration on them is a single silver star, many-rayed, that pins each of their cloaks. Most are smoking with long-stemmed pipes, and one appears to be asleep, wrapped in his dark cloak.
All of those awake give the pair inquisitive stares.
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Date: 2007-08-24 01:52 am (UTC)From:"It is well the twins are already too occupied with the upcoming battle to question much - they would see through this flimsy excuse in a heartbeat." But it's the best he can do with the limited time and resources he has, so it will have to do. "Come along."
He turns and heads off towards the camp, nearly completely silent. No leaves crunch under his feet, no gravel grates, no twigs snap. There are reasons elves excel in hunting orc. He pauses and whistles, mimicking the song of a bird more commonly found farther south, and the sound is repeated from within a small hollow just ahead. Glorfindel then leads the way down into the hollow.
There are six men in clothing similar to Spoon's in various stages of repose, leaning against their packs in a rough semi-circle. All are tall and dark-haired, with keen bright grey eyes and well-worn and well-cared-for gear. The only sign or decoration on them is a single silver star, many-rayed, that pins each of their cloaks. Most are smoking with long-stemmed pipes, and one appears to be asleep, wrapped in his dark cloak.
All of those awake give the pair inquisitive stares.