Rangers of the Dancing Lawn II

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"Your arrow would do me no harm...but tell me about the half blood...her face looks similar to someone I know."
 
"Wanna bet?" Cleo growled, not lowering her arrow "And stop calling her a half blood! She's as good as any elf, if not better!!!"
 
"She's a half blood...no...less than that of elf in her." The elf seemed to have forgotten Cleo and Frodosgurl. He saw the stone and bend to pick it up.
 
"Just looking." The elf studied the stone carefully. "Where did you get this from?"

ooc: feel free to use Mr. elfy!
 
Cleo was tempted to let the arrow fly, this elf had just insulted Elindil, was too confident...and didn't seem to care that her friend was liying motionless on the ground...
 
Cleo saw her and sighed with relief, letting down her guard and lost her grip on the tight bow string. The arrow flew true.
 
Cleo tried to hide her smug smile. Her arrow had been a poisoned one...the elf would die within the next few minutes unless given the antidote.
 
The elf yanked the arrow out of his side. It hadn't gone in far. And reached for the bottle of antidope that hung around Elindil's neck.
 
"Wait. I have an antidote myself. My father gave it to me in case something was to happen." *Reaches in bag and hands it to him.*
 
"Thank-you." The elf dropped several drops into the wound, wincing as it stung. "Now listen, your father sent you here to find me. For what reason? Speak quickly, for I'm in a great hurry."
 
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