Agarwaen sat down on the branches. The wind brought the familiar scent to his nose, forest and rain.
The wind and rain gently caressed his face, small drops of rain touched his lips. Agarwaen felt truly in peace inside a forest. He was an elf after all...

Laying down on the branch, he relaxed and tried to sleep. Many things happened that day and he was somewhat tired. A good night of sleep wouldn't hurt anyone.

As he slowly closed his eyes, letting the sound of leaves and rain take him away, he almost fell asleep, but was interrupted by an unfamiliar sound, the dwarves strong and deep voices singing. It wasn't exactly unpleasing, and he was in fact interested on Dwarves, especially their alcohol, which is one of the best, and their happy and lively parties.

With a faint smile, he listened closely to it. He wished he could go there, but sadly, not all dwarves were as friendly toward elves than his old friend.

While hearing the Dwarves' lively song, another sound caught his attention. The sound of something moving near him. Steps, the sound of leaves and branches moving in an unnatural way.

Was it the Haradrim? He was in fact feeling a little bad for distrusting it, but he fought against many of them...

Shaking that feeling away, he silently got his bow, and moved through the trees, silently jumping from branch to branch, searching for the source of the sound.
If it was the Haradrim, it would have to answer some questions before Agarwaen could trust it. If it was an wild animal, it would be good too, after all, he hasn't eaten today.
[@LadyRunic]