The hunter knelt, perched on a large solid bough dangerously high up amongst the canopy of trees looking down into the Chetwood. His elbow poised and his grip firm as he held his bowstring back; thumb knuckle resting snuggly in the hollow of his cheek, holding his breath as he waited patiently for the creature to pass beneath him. The hunter closed his eyes for just a brief moment, listening for the steps. A snarl then a grunt. Gaeros' eyes opened with a flutter. He made one final adjustment to his his aim before breathing out and then...release.
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The Order of Dol Amroth
