Planning Ahead.

[Feladron]

(A side note we are suppose to be slightly ahead of Xhel and company. So I'm just getting us caught up. You can get all the information of Xhel and co in the greatest scheme thread in Gondor.)

Feladron rode, with Tarik at his side and about fifty men. The other 350 had been split into two groups. One of the groups had gone north into Lorien, the other west into Rohan. The Northern group was currently being lead by two trust worthy twins they were to meet a certain Neurion there. The other group's orders were sent by magic. Feladron and his group stopped to set up camp it was late. Automatically the elf pulled out the Palantari to spy on them. The white haired elf was planning with a human, and a female half elf. The elf seemed to know they were spying on them. He looked up at the ceiling and spoke"So buddy... how is it being able to watch our every move? Bet life's fun with no surprises huh?"

Feladron was slightly drawn back by this. It irritated him. But he continued to watch. "They plan to go north to Lorien... It was wise of me to send a group there. We leave once again at Dawn." The elf decided to watch some more, he would torment Xhel in his dreams. Even read his mind if possible.

[Tarik al-Asad]

Tarik was awestruck at this new land. Never before had he seen so much grass and so many trees. The air was cool and the ground was moist. He shivered, but he was also overjoyed since he was standing in the realm where he hoped to move to eventually. "So this is Gondor." He muttered and rubbed his hands together.
"They plan to go north to Lorien... It was wise of me to send a group there. We leave once again at Dawn" said Feladron.
Tarik looked at the elf. "We're leaving so soon huh? Very well." He was slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to stay longer in this wonderous realm, but he knew that the mission came first.
"Feladron, can you tell me more of this elf?" Tarik asked. He wanted to know everything he could about the target so that he could plan the white-haired elf's death.

[Feladron]

"Yes tomorrow..." He said noting the dissapointment. " The farther North the greener it will get. This place is nothing compared to Lorien." Feladron smiled assuming leaving the place caused his dissapointment. He still stared to the palantari as they spoke. "Look here..." Xhel was posioning the arrows of his quiver. "His right eye is covered his aim is distorted by this. If possible you want to kill him by afar, or by posioning him." Feladron paused, perhaps he wanted to know more about the elf other then his pros and cons. "He is perhaps the oldest being alive in Middle Earth at the moment, rivaling Treebeard in age. He does not remember growing up, or his parents. The elf carries a jewl on him, sapphire. It is his prized possesion and would do anything to retrieve it. This could be the diffrence for your, or him."

[Tarik al-Asad]

Tarik grinned. "I never imagined that I'd ever see an elven realm. I would dare not go there since they mistrust men, but especially men from corrupt realms such as Harad. I'd be shot dead as soon as I entered that realm." His green eyes darted to the palantir and watched the elf at his work. "Seems interesting, but I don't know of this 'treebeard,'" He looked up at Feladron. "However, if this elf is as old as you say he is, then he will be extremely hard to kill. He most likely will be very adept at weapons and he will be able to sniff traps, but I think I have a plan regarding that little jewel of his." Tarik drew one of his swords and began to sharpen it on a rock. "What is the name of the target?"

[Feladron]

"Yes my kinda are perhaps to untrusting. I will see that we all pass through the land safely." The elf continued to stare into the palantari. He nodded his head in agreement. He will be hard to kill. "His name does not matter... But it is Xhel(Shel). I do not know what language it is." The white haired elf was now resting on the bed. He would not sleep well that night, Feladron will assure of it. "I do not think you will have to worry about traps, They are on a run."

[Tarik al-Asad]

Tarik cracked his knuckles. "Good, if you infest his mind with nightmares on a constant basis, then Xhel's fighting ability will be severely reduced. Who are 'they' and what are they running from?" The situation got more confusing everyday.

[Feladron]

" I will try, his will surpisingly is stronger then most." He said, it was impossible to tell if he was trying to be sarcastic or not. Feladron frowned, "They are Xhel, the man named Chade I have told you of him and a half elf. I know nothing of her, and finally there is the girl Nimial. She is needed to complete my plan, they flee into suppose safety."

[Tarik al-Asad]

Tarik was still a bit confused but he decided to remain silent. He would kill or capture Xhel, no questions asked. He was not one to become entwined in the great schemes of others. His mind wandered back to his humble abode in Harad and he wondered how Habibah and his mother were doing and if everything at the market was going well.

The sun rose the next day and cast a shade of red upon the glittering dew on the fresh grass. Tarik woke wet and cold, but did not complain. Worldessly, he gathered his equipment and looked at Feladron, waiting for him to give the command to move out.

[Feladron]

(Yeah I'm kinding rushing thing along but oh well... Just post in the thread its not over, in Lorien..)

Feladron rode ontop of his horse, holding up his staff mighty and proudly. "We ride north now." The men had just finished packing, and many let out a sigh. They had gotten more then enough sleep in the elf's opinion. He was not a might general and did not attempt to rise his men's morale, he hoped someone would step up and do it for him. With a flick of his wrist the horse rode ahead.