@aeaheit said: He watched this elf from the trees, hidden behind all the leaves. Eiarog did not recognise this one, and it made him anxious as he waited to see what he would do. The Maia wished he would turn around and go the way he had came, but he sensed that that was not going to happen.
But in his youth he was and yet Tyelkormo had already mastered the full sharpness of his senses. For these were the Huntsman’s and Yavanna’s woods where he knew himself in safety, yet he heard the leaves above rustle.
Eager he may be to nock his bow, though he’d shoot nothing—not even a pheasant if it ran from the thicket suddenly. Sensing too, that he might not be under the eyes of one of Oromë’s mere beasts, he cupped his hands at his mouth. Hunt he’d not, thus no animal he cared not to startle and scare into hiding. “Hear I do but not see you,” he said up at the trees, “kindly show yourself!”