Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-5824038-20160212165948

Glorfindel had been sitting down by one of the trees, resting. The clamour of combat pierced his semi-lucid dreaming, and his eyes slowly opened. Clattering of weapons and cracking of bones accompanied the silhouettes a few hundred yards away locked in a melee.

He reached down for his halberd, but did not get up. Not yet. After all, why should he? They hadn't yet come near enough to disturb him.

But before much time had passed he saw some of the figures disengage and make their way towards the forest, a few others following them. He sighed and lifted himself from the ground, adjusting the weighty armour that had shifted to an uncomfortable position while he was resting. He didn't say anything, just watched as they came closer and closer to him.