Observing The Path

"We should move."

Turumor nocks an arrow.

"You possess knowledge in wood-lore and secrecy. Take cover here, we will draw back and watch the path."

Vorongwe nods and presses himself against the gigantic roots of a great tree.

The others depart silently, climbing a nearby rocklet.

The trap is ready... for whatever, or whoever has been following them.

They can see Vorongwë move suddenly, and some slender figure appearing from behind a tree.

Then they hear laughter.

Turumor glances down. Ráolor furrows his eyebrows.

Annunghil turns to the other two: "This is not the voice of a foe!"