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[center][h1][color=f6989d] Irime Greenleaf [/color][/h1][/center]

Irime nodded at Ithithara's orders. She looked at the scouts. They were younger than herself and Kreneas were. She knew they had been trained to fight. That happened from the moment you could walk as an elf. She just wondered at their battle worthiness. There was a difference between fighting for a win versus fighting for you and your partner's lives.

Irime went to her tent which was across from Kreneas'. She hurried to grab extra arrows. As she walked over to her horse she saw the scouts look at each other more than slightly worried about this excursion.  Irime walked over to Luthien and helped him to gather his weapons. Irime showed him how to put them on and make the most of his clothing. Finrod came over to Luthien and he seemed much more put together and prepared than his cousin. 

Irime strode over to her horse and mounted up. She looked around to see where Kreneas was and she waited for him to get to his horse. Kreneas was very good in battle she had noticed.

[color=f7941d]"Irime!"[/color] Her ears recognized her Grandfather's voice. Looking up she saw him and smiled reassuringly. Thranduil walked towards her with purpose and he went to her and gave her a dagger to add to her belt. [color=f7941d]"As a last resort that you might find yourself in need. Come back to us safe and whole."
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Irime nodded. [color=f6989d]"Thank you Grandfather. I shall do my best to."[/color]

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