When The Hunter Becomes The Hunted


She is clad in green and black, with silver hair, holding a long war-bow.

Upon seeing her, Ráolor sighs. "Oh no. Not her."

But Celeblhair answers sharply: "I am sure you have missed me."

"Do you know each other?" asks Annunghil.

"What happened?" interrupts Turumor.

"A scout" answers Vorongwe.

Celeblhair nods.

"You were been followed by an Orc. But there is no need to worry about him any longer.

I shot him. He shall not cause trouble anymore."

"You shot MY Orc! He was mine!" objects Ráolor.

"You were too slow. You will have to hurry next time" she answers drily.