02-19-2018, 04:33 PM
Eowyn watched the confrontation with but half her sight, for the sheer power of life that existed within the clearing stirred her, and its ancientness beckoned towards her, bidding her abandon her cares, and simply lose herself beneath the branches. Memories of the Golden wood, beckoning from the edges of the Mark, drew her towards the depths of the forest. She had never dared to venture 'neath those bows then, for a sorceress of great power held sway over those lands. Now the trees called to her with a power born of ancient strength.
Yet the maiden of Rohan steeled her mind and turned back towards the exchange, as the blue-clad traveler demanded all parties to disarm. In a moment of insight, she beheld that his efforts would not dissway the conflict that was festering. Though the scars of her defeat still burned brightly, this was no longer an hour for swords, lest more innocents meet their end. To ease the conflict, Eowyn would relinquish her force as a warrior. It was a diplomat that was needed for this moment.
“This matter is trivial.” She declared, though all involved looked at her without understanding and the maiden spoke further, “I am the niece of King Theoden of Rohan, and I am beholden to treat with them, and bid them direct me towards Lord Aragorn. Who’s land do we stand upon?”
The elven woman spoke first and proudly, “The Night Elf Sentinels protect and nurture these forests, on the orders of High priestess Tyrande Whisperwind. Though she is no longer a member of King Aragorn’s congregation, she would no doubt be willing to speak with you about the issue. This scoundrel is from Mokugakure, though as to his loyalties I cannot say. Tsunade would be foolish indeed if she were to condone his actions this day.” Her gaze was harsh, yet the shinobi would not relent, his knife only mildly easing from the elf’s thoat.
“This is not a fair presentation of the facts.” The shinobi spoke with equal disdain, “and shows just how out of touch with the true state of the Greens you elves are. The Greenskins rule these woods, and the elf’s a liar if she says otherwise. I doubt you’ll find Garrosh as a willing host, but I won’t stop you if that’s your intent. Whatever your choice, we cannot continue to linger here. An elven patrol may pass undetected, but with two primes and such an unwieldy party, we'll be too tempting not to pursue.” His glance towards Eowyn’s garb was plainly noticeable by all as he spoke. The warrior's mail served well in the defense, but was quite unprepared for travelling separated from the solid earth. Beyond their sight, a bird unknown to Eowyn cried out shrilly. The Shinobi turned to regard Kelly, knife no longer pressed to the elf’s throat, but still holding the archer firmly. Kelly watched him, face impassive, and eyes alight with intent.
“You noticed Chikanari's warning I presume? That greenskin band cannot be more than ten minutes from the gate, and they rarely go hunting without a quarry. You see that truth yes? We are at risk exposed out here. Mokugakure is the nearest haven by far, and we must begin the journey now if we have any hope of survival. I have no desire to be roasted on an orcish spit, do you?”
Yet the maiden of Rohan steeled her mind and turned back towards the exchange, as the blue-clad traveler demanded all parties to disarm. In a moment of insight, she beheld that his efforts would not dissway the conflict that was festering. Though the scars of her defeat still burned brightly, this was no longer an hour for swords, lest more innocents meet their end. To ease the conflict, Eowyn would relinquish her force as a warrior. It was a diplomat that was needed for this moment.
“This matter is trivial.” She declared, though all involved looked at her without understanding and the maiden spoke further, “I am the niece of King Theoden of Rohan, and I am beholden to treat with them, and bid them direct me towards Lord Aragorn. Who’s land do we stand upon?”
The elven woman spoke first and proudly, “The Night Elf Sentinels protect and nurture these forests, on the orders of High priestess Tyrande Whisperwind. Though she is no longer a member of King Aragorn’s congregation, she would no doubt be willing to speak with you about the issue. This scoundrel is from Mokugakure, though as to his loyalties I cannot say. Tsunade would be foolish indeed if she were to condone his actions this day.” Her gaze was harsh, yet the shinobi would not relent, his knife only mildly easing from the elf’s thoat.
“This is not a fair presentation of the facts.” The shinobi spoke with equal disdain, “and shows just how out of touch with the true state of the Greens you elves are. The Greenskins rule these woods, and the elf’s a liar if she says otherwise. I doubt you’ll find Garrosh as a willing host, but I won’t stop you if that’s your intent. Whatever your choice, we cannot continue to linger here. An elven patrol may pass undetected, but with two primes and such an unwieldy party, we'll be too tempting not to pursue.” His glance towards Eowyn’s garb was plainly noticeable by all as he spoke. The warrior's mail served well in the defense, but was quite unprepared for travelling separated from the solid earth. Beyond their sight, a bird unknown to Eowyn cried out shrilly. The Shinobi turned to regard Kelly, knife no longer pressed to the elf’s throat, but still holding the archer firmly. Kelly watched him, face impassive, and eyes alight with intent.
“You noticed Chikanari's warning I presume? That greenskin band cannot be more than ten minutes from the gate, and they rarely go hunting without a quarry. You see that truth yes? We are at risk exposed out here. Mokugakure is the nearest haven by far, and we must begin the journey now if we have any hope of survival. I have no desire to be roasted on an orcish spit, do you?”