"Yeah, that sounds fun, you can come with us!" Evelyn offered. "My friends Zephyros is an amazing archer" She told her.

"W-what?" Onmund asked looking up from where he had been thinking. "Buy Tori what about the kids? Who's going to watch them while we are gone?"
"Lydia has the kids, we just have to get the message to her that we are leaving. If we stop on the way out of town then we can tell her the plan. Give us a moment to bottle the rest of this and get packed alright?" She asked the girl. "I'm Toril by the way, and this is Onmund."

Evelyn nodded. "Right, of course, we'll be at the archery training grounds when you're ready" Evelyn told her. "Thanks for everything!" She said cheerfully while walking out.

"I don't see why you distrust me." Tirneldir said. "I was born a High Elf, and we have a code of honesty. Whether it be cruel or kind, we must say our opinion." he said. "I shan't sleep, for I sense that Orcs are near by. Aludil seems restless."

The man nearly laughed at this. He was joking right? "It's not merely you I don't trust, but the whole world? Tell me do you stick around after stealing something even if you know they didn't see you? Do you trust just a normal person on the street to not turn you in should you do something illegal? Would you trust a child to keep their mouth shut after you killed their parent? I think the answer is well enough out there."

"Quiet." Tirnedir said suddenly. "The forest has eyes. Orc eyes." he said, pulling his sword from it's sheath. It glowed bright blue, signalling that orcs were, indeed, nearby. He got to his feet, his eyes darting this way and that. Aludil stood completely still, an aura of fear emanated from him.

Orcs were a problem though if you managed to get to a tree they proved less difficult to manage. They would send the small ones up to you first, which were normally delt with by simply kicking them down. Then they would go to cutting the tree, which was solved by moving trees. Eventually they would lose interest in you altogether.

The edge of Mirkwood, where they were, was considered the most dangerous part of the forest. The trees on the border were the most unruly, and were known to trap grown men in their trunk, and suffocate them until they died. Orcs also were a problem too. Not to mention Goblins and Dark Elves.
Tirneldir pulled out his chain knife, which glowed blue like his sword.
"How many Orcs has Mordor made walk these parts?" he called to the darkness.
"Twenty. You are outnumbered. Surrender your possessions, so that you might be spared." A voice growled.
"And when has an Orc's word been honest?" Tirneldir laughed.
Not an Orc, but an Uruk-hai, came running at the High-elf with a serrated knife.
"Long way from Isengard, aren't we?" Tirneldir asked, dodging his blade.

The man stood a bit back making no sound as he pulled the cloak tighter around him. The fabric seemed to take on the colors of that around him, reflecting them back as he slipped into the shadows. Alright so they wanted to play dirty? Then he would just have to play dirtier. He circled about the Uruk-hai waiting for a moment to strike for his hiding spot. Some called it a cloak of invisibility, he himself called it cheating though to strike fear into ones enemies you had to do what you had to do. As the Uruk-hai passed him he let the cloak part some as he stabbed it through with the blade hidden about his wrist, causeing the hood of the cloak to fall back as he did. "Who's next?" He taunted. With no trees around this was bound to be difficult, if not next to impossible. They needed a few more people to fight with, a Mage maybe? And someone to shoot off the orcs from a distance. Two couldn't take on twenty of those things could they?

Tirneldir looked around. It was too dark to see, but thankfully, Orcs and Uruk-hai are so loud, they could wake an Oliphant from fifty miles away. Tirneldir spun the chain-knife fast, the blade just a blur of blue. He released the knife. It swung, killing five orcs at once.
"Who's next?" he asked.
More Orcs replaced the fallen.