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Aradir took a deep breath as he inhaled the fresh forest air. Right now, this time in the morning, it was impossible to think that only a few hours before, they had been laying siege to a town- a town he had helped to build with his own hands- and killed one of Aesirae’s most feared soldiers.

Yes, it was hard to think that.

Their camp was well hidden by magic and impossible to enter unless the shields were taken down from the inside. They were so close to the citadel that it loomed ominously above them every night, but Aesirae’s patrols had never noticed them. Aradir’s scouts said that they were currently searching the other side of the mountains, because that would have been the first place Aradir would have led his people in such a situation. As it was, he had had to improvise, and now they were in a large forest clearing with few geographical defences. Still, it had worked so far.

Many visitors came through the valley, most staying only briefly in these late days. He knew a new age would begin counting its years soon and with it the time of the Eldar in these lands would pass. Those who chose to stay behind would diminish and the rest were moving on, he along with them and he would not see a fourth age here.

He was resigned to the farewells, having said goodbye to so many people both new friends and old and whilst each brought with it it’s own set of memories and emotions, some were more unexpected than others.

Arawynn wasn’t used to people being able to get this close without her noticing it. Especially by a daughter of Men. Yet here they were. “Illusion or not, it’s still an impressive skill. One I can not claim to have myself.”, the redhead answered while watching the gem seemingly disappear into thin air. It was a kind of dexterity she honestly admired.

Rossiel mirrored the blink almost out of habit, the way she used to do with Fauneg and Gull and some of the cats that wandered the docks in Celondim.  But at what came next, she couldn’t help a surprised giggle.

She’d wondered, sometimes, what had become of the kind woman with her many wild shapes.  But sometimes, when faced with a mountain lion, it is hard to remember there might be a friend in there.

“No,” Beleg wound the bandage around his forearm, his face grim and dirty, sweat slicked hair sticking to his forehead. It had been a rough skirmish. “Beasts fight among their own kind rarely - to hunt for food, to protect one’s territory, to survive. What do we fight for? Ideals, objects, revenge, power. Beasts do not need to create such things to rationalize their violence.”

Mun-Day Things

Ya’ know, I don’t think I’ve seen any, but not gonna lie, I’d really love to play with a Witch-King. But alas! There are none to be found.