One elf came out from the main body of the army and went to the regiment, and one elf separated from...

1. Solitary Arrow Ch 19
One elf came out from the main body of the army and went to the regiment, and one elf separated
from the regiment, and came to meet him. Harlen watched the small figure of a new company
clutching his cloak around his neck as he spoke to the other, frosty wind whipped the thin fabric.
The body shape gave their sex. They talked a few moments, then separated and headed back to their
regiments.
As a woman, returned to his regiment, he saw a flash of brilliance in his hand, he brought it down
from the neck. Harlen blinked as he looked again. She walked up to another elf, and handed him
something, something that glowed bright green. It seemed that fits in your jacket and light was
destroyed.
He looked at the long rows of the new regiment, as well as others, but having bows. It was their
archers, Harlen decided and the reason for their location by the party against another archer-heavy
society. They needed a clear field of fire on the walls. They also wore a light gray mantle, their hems
just below the knee, like a poncho. The wind caught these clothes, and caused the whole company
flutter, their ghostly forms in the dark distance.
Sound even reached his own ears, and it was like a sigh from the grave, soft rustle of cloth to protect
troubled the host city, and many hands were shaking around their arms.
Again, the world stopped. It was like Feldare took a deep breath before plunging into a flowing river
of lava. There would be death in the night, and there would be glory, but most of all that anger and
fear in equal measure.
A voice shouted into the darkness. A group of four riders disconnected from the main mass traitor
army. He went back to the wall.
"Negotiation?" He said Harlen.
Hyandai nodded. "So it seems." She said. "Maybe they realize that their transmission is their only
hope." She smiled at Harlen despite her somewhat morbid humor.
Two Gentlemen, Hyandai Harlen and descended the stairs from the platform and crossed the room
to open the gate. The gate was open and the riders dismounted and went for the heavy oak beams
that crossed over two door entrance.
Obviously, the leader of the enemy was a great elf, with broad shoulders and a long mane of white
hair tied in a ponytail. He stepped out of his three companions.
"Captain Cendiolor." Hyandai whispered Harlen, naming the elf in front of them. "He used to be the
captain of your own guards." Harlen remembered a conversation platform to watch many days.
He walked up to two steps from Hyandai and gave her a curt bow of the head. "Lady Hyandai." He
said formally.
"Captain Cendiolor." She said. Her tone icy and dripping poison. "This army of traitors is at your
command?"

2. He nodded. "It's my command, but you're the one who betrayed his people." He said. "It would be
contrary to the will of the majority? Are you so wish his human partner?"
She shook her head. "It is possible that the numbers here, but this rabble," said Hyandai, waving her
hands to cover number of troops looming in the dark, "are drawn from across the country Windir,
and represent a small minority in each community, the malcontents." Snapped contemptuously
laughed. "To say most because you outweigh the small village is the height of delusion."
He laughed bitterly. "If you think so." He said. "I see that you are human help, after all." He said,
eyeing Harlen critically. "Or is it that the man you've been breeding?" Silvern His eyes turned to
Hyandai is green as he spoke.
She frowned at Cendiolor. "My personal life is nothing, traitor." She said through clenched teeth. "I
am proud of my engagement and my fiancee."
"Well, if you could not find better." He said dismissively. "I suppose it is appropriate and perhaps
more than in some of the areas where I hear people are very well equipped." He looked at her. "It
must be a burden to be backed into a corner of your own face."
She seethed at him. "Did you negotiate or just insult me?" She said. "In the case of the second, I had
my fill and may violate the rules of engagement just need to learn the lesson of civility."
Cendiolor laughed. "I came to offer you a chance to surrender." He said. "Now I be so heartless to be
unconditional. Leave everything can just go and nobody will bother you." He looked over the
palisades. "Is that the best you can hope for." He added. He turned back to look for the Hyandai and
two nobles, and did his level best to ignore the man who stood throughout the interview.
"It can help you reach a decision, to know that your rangers from Windy islands were settled." He
smiled wickedly. "It seems that our society there late hit on their company north of the village." He
shook his head. "Sad, really, connect with people who can not find even a single village. Said that he
met with them to the north of here." His hand is pointing to the north. "Really, you should find better
people to combine s" He concluded, shaking his head sadly.
Harlen and Hyandai managed to keep a blank face during this last piece of monologue. Mr and Mrs
actually looked crestfallen. If Hyandai deny the fact that Windy Islanders were rumors that
manufactures its own mind? He assumed she was.
"I see." Cendiolor said, noting the expressions on both gentlemen to mocking eyes. "You had great
hopes placed in them." He gloated. "They will come to your aid. Assure you, however, their rotting
corpses will take care of the land well. Windir So getting stronger." He said, his eyes flashing with
anger is not common to elvenkind.
What is its flaky? Harlen thought to himself as he watched the tall, broad-shouldered elf. Cendiolor,
like most of elves very attractive, even beautiful, but the current position and the severity of the
display made a mockery of that beauty and turned its sleek look arrogant.
"I wish to treat you, traitor to your feeds and your people." He said Hyandai. "This negotiation is
over, return to your troops cuthroats and robbers." She turned on her heel and walked away towards
the command tower.
"Man Morrovale." He said Cendiolor. "It's a little elf tail is worth dying for?" He asked. "I'd really like

3. to know."
Harlen stepped forward, which Cendiolor accompaniment to reach for the sword, until the former
captain raised his hand and stared evenly at a much higher man.
"You're to die for a lot less money, silver eyes." Harlen snarled down at the elf. It was larger than
almost all the elves, the captain was Cendiolor, but compared with the Harlen, suddenly felt very
small and vulnerable. "Go back to your lines and get ready to face me, you poor, poor thing. I'll carve
a path for you through the bodies of their treacherous thugs. Then I'll kill you."
The man's hand on the hilt of the sword massive Cendiolor nervous, he looked at her. It was a big,
strong hand and knuckles showed white. How much force was needed to snap the neck elf? Could
you hand pick such power? Very likely.
Cendiolor swallowed and then gave a half-hearted smile. "You, and your pitifully short life will end
soon." He said. "A lot of the damage. Deny the poor man cozy Hyandai her massive body for a while
before she dies of lonliness."
Harlen turned in preparation to leave the old trick came to him from his days in the service of the
Duke. He pushed himself to his grip and lifted away the tip of his sword in it. When turning point
came around the vagina and forced Cendiolor jump back to avoid being hit in the genitals with a
reinforced club. Some ridicule Cendiolor fell from the ranks of the elves palisades.
The gate began to swing shut as Harlen and two nobles left. Hyandai already issuing last minute
orders different captains. Negotiations were forced to retreat because the door has threatened to
close down on them.
They mounted their horses and rode back to the main lines of the enemy.
Hyandai started to talk like him and the nobles and their advisers came up the stairs. "What are you
talking about, there was n ...." She stopped talking for a warning glance from Harlen. He shook his
head slightly and spoke again. "In any case, we were Feldare acceptance of these conditions." It
concluded shortened sentence, with a new ending.
The rider came to the tower and dismounted and ran up the stairs. "Lady Hyandai, Southern Force
enemy is routed, fleeing the field!"
She smiled at it. "Very well." He said Hyandai. "Their losses?"
The rider thought for a moment. "Only five Warleader. Seemed to be expected to shoot at refugees,
and it's worth a cavalry charge, they had only archers."
Harlen leaned closer to Hyandai ear and whispered in her ear while. Her face broke into a broad
smile.
"Standard them remaining cavalry, and Ceriandel to make them ready to attack the enemy's right
flank." She leaned over and whispered in his ear slider. He nodded and walked down the stairs and
climbed back on the horse, ride south through the city.
A few moments later, he heard Harlen cavalry moving around palisades right away. Before you could
hear, however, the enemy archers began to fall back, and the main part of the army to move into

4. their places spearmen to the fore. Horse never appeared, however, and simply turned and retreated
back to the south.
Harlen and Hyandai exchanged a quick glance and then looked towards the nobles and their
advisers.
It is now moving. Enemy forces began advancing. Captains on the walls called the archers that
loaded and ready. Bows creaked in the dark and sang in the range of one shot. It flew toward the
assembled troops, the shortfall was perhaps fifty paces. Elves on the wall waiting for the order to
fire.
Harlen noted that the regiment on the left side moves up unevenly, hoping it was a mistake that
could exploit, but it seemed just havoc on the opposing side and being archers, their close range
would be doing something.
Another shot ranging sang, landing five steps ahead of the front ranks of the army. The army
stopped a lot of noise stop stop. That was the last pause, Harlen knew. He had seen it many times
before.
He pulled out a pocket telescope and scanned the rows arrayed before them, now narrower and
reflect some of the torches from the walls. His gaze moved mass after mass of spearmen, swordsmen
and archers, a tight knot of ehladrim in the center. There were also pictures, mixed among them, the
characters quite active, moving his hands in esoteric and mysterious patterns. Wizards.
He looked down the collected series, more archers, and the archers still, clutching his smooth,
elegant weapons. He left the regiment lacked discipline, seen, and they stopped at the reality of
almost twenty-five degrees inward toward the main army. He said Hyandai be driving around the
south side movement and attack you from the left, would probably break and prevent many deaths, if
they did so.
He looked Hyandai the curvature of the bow, with its ornate decorations. Then he looked at the wall.
There stood the archers city, with their ornately carven bows.
"Hyandai." Harlen said, his mind racing. "We need Ehladrel here and now."
She looked at him for a moment before saying. "I agree." She turned to the Lord Ircandann. "Can I
borrow your helpers, sir?" She asked.
Elven Lord turned from looking at the gathered troops. "Yes, of course." He said, turning to his aides
and Mrs. "Rennalath, Centhan, Lady Hyandai they need your services."
They both looked at her, waiting for instructions. "I need you both to go to get Ehladrel of my
quarters." She said.
The two young men nodded and went for a jog. "And now, dear, what's wrong?" She turned around
and said Harlen.
"I think one of the aides to spy for traitors." He said Harlen. "When I had you pretend cavalry, their
forces responded before they could know the ride is coming to them, the palisades were on their way
and they were still too far away to hear."

5. Hyandai nodded. "And We sent after Ehladrel why?" She said.
"Because I need to know what I've learned." He replied, turning back to the forces gathered in front
of the wall.
"And what, my dear, have you learned?" Mr and Mrs was also very attentive to their conversation. As
it became clear it was a war, and their position was subject Hyandai is all the time, and knew their
place, if nothing else.
"That you were buying elves Westron bows." Harlen said, handing her a telescope and focus the left
adjacent archers.
Hyandai. "This is ridiculous, we need to bu ...." She stopped. "Spirits saved us!" She cried.
Expression of confusion upon Lord Ircandann is a face lady Melewen would go unanswered for the
moment, even though the attack was close.
Harlen said. Peering over the railing of a small group of combat magicians. "Order one of them
throw a fireball straight up when the fighting starts." He said.
Hyandai leaned over the railing and shouted down. "Yrachas!"
One of the younger wizards looked up and smiled and waved at Hyandai. "Yes, Mrs. Hyandai?" He
said.
"When the fight begins, you send a fireball straight up that erupted one." She said. "Is that clear?"
He looked at her for a long moment. "Well, yes, Warleader." He replied. "That is clear. Happens,
though I do not know why."
She nodded. "Well, then get ready, enchanters, the fight comes to us!" She screamed like an army
set in front of a wall loud cry and charged.
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"Are you sure it is her desire?" Ceriandel asked as a consultant, Rennalath nodded.
"Of course, Ehladrim Ceriandel." He said. "She wants you to go horse company, and find ten men to
watch at the eastern quarter."
Blade Dancer nodded. "Very well." said. Dismantling and collect ten nearby militiamen. "You're with
me." He said. They walked in silence, but with a rather worried eyes. Ehladrim is expected to be in
the heat of battle, and be with them, to be there as well. They were loyal, though, and each privately
promised to do his best.