Lord of the Rings: War in the North

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

I never said it's not.

She's on a hair trigger right now.

[Nova]

Linanden sighed and looked around for the source of the arrow.

[Gideon Dragontongue]

From behind the very tree that the arrow had just struck, a pair of elves emerged, bows mere inches away from Inzi's face. At this, there was movement all around the party, as the other elves - apparently hiding in plain sight - made themselves visible. One of them strode forwards, his bow hanging lazily at his side. "I am the warden of these forests. I hope you will not feel offended, were I to ask what a such a motley band of rogues is doing on our doorstep." His icy blue eyes seemed to see into each of them, as he scanned their faces. Finally, they came to a rest on Inzi. "Particularly you, southerner."

[Nova]

Linanden stared as his brethern emerged from the trees, they were better than he expected.

[Eltee]

"We fight the same enemy, elf." Inzi replied coldly. "We were with a band of Rohirrim gathered to battle the Uruks of Isengard, but we were overrun. We came to the nearest place that we knew was devoid of their filth."

[Gideon Dragontongue]

The elf smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe you're a group of arrogant bandits trying to construct a story on the spot. I've heard no tell of orcs in these parts, much less Uruk-Hai."

[Eltee]

Inzi laughed hollowly. "Then perhaps the reputation of the Elves of Lorien is undeserved. The battle happened mpre-or-less on your doorstep."

[POMC S117]

"I'm not a bandit!" shouted Filbo, indignantly. "Too much work and only one breakfast! Terrible business!"