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Eltariel knew she had been spotted by the people on the ground. Rarely was she on the back foot like this. The Uruks rarely paid much attention to her Silver Tower, but here it stood out like a sore thumb. The people on the ground- as they approached, she spotted their strange white armor and their unfamiliar weaponry. What were they? Were they Men? Elves? They could be Orcs as far as she knew. Or some other race or creature she had never heard of. Perhaps they weren't wearing armor, and that's just what they looked like! She strongly doubted that last assertion, but it was important to remind herself that she really didn't know what she was getting into.

There was one thing the Elf knew for sure, though. There was absolutely no chance she was giving up the Silver Tower. She would kill  them, if she had too.

Eltariel vanished from the top of the tower and dropped down on the otherside. As sneaky as the stormtroopers believed themselves to be, Eltariel was a master of reconnaise and infiltration. Her dark blue outfit combined with her skills would quickly allow herself to be lost within the trees. Focusing her Spirit Sight, Eltariel caught a glimpse of the bulkiest trooper there, the one with the large weapon and the cylinders on his back.

Moving with supernatural speed she circled around the flank to get behind the approaching squad. 

As the First Order grew closer to their goal, they would notice the tower was mostly featureless. There was no doors nor windows. It was almost flat, save for the odd indent or hand hold. If they were to look at it, they would realise the only people capable of scaling the top of this tower would be those with access to a portable, large ladder, or those with force-like powers that granted them extraordinary agility. There was no ladder nearby, so the assumption had to be made that the woman inhabiting this Tower was one of advanced skills.

Becoming one with the shrubbery, Eltariel was practically invisible. Her breath was slow and practiced and her face was obscured by shadow. As the troopers neared the tower, she would use her light powers to create an audio hallucination. About halfway up the tower, the stormtroopers would hear the whisperings of a language that was unknown to them, visually sourceless. It would sound like the tower itself was beckoning them to draw closer, as if it was speaking to them directly. The elven warrior remained hidden within the forest, watching closely to see what they would do. As far as she knew, the stormtroopers had no weaponry capable of destroying the Silver Tower, and that was all that mattered. For now she could take her time. But she needed them to leave eventually. Whether that be voluntarily, or their corpses vanish underneath the snow. Both would work. But Eltariel had never ended a human life before. Only the bloodthirsty Uruk Hai that slaughtered for fun. Only the forces of the Dark Lord Sauron. To end the life of a civilized being was something she never had to do, but as she unsheathed her blade she realised that in the end, whether they have green skin or white armor, ending a life was ending a life, and thousands upon thousands of people have met their end at the razor sharp tip of her sword.