Aroreth felt slightly ashamed for not speaking more, she was the eldest and was suppose to represent her father in this tourney. But she was grateful how Legolas was handling the situation. Both her younger siblings did know that she herself wasn't much of a talker, she'd rather listen and assess the situation before fully speaking. And even when she did speak, it was usually a question or around the said fact.

She caught Gimilzors' eye and her own eyes narrowed. She did not like the looking he seemed to glance over them. But she saw that he hid it well, and did not press the matter as it might seem a little rude. But coming off rude wasn't new to her, and those that knew her knew when she was being rude and not.

Aroreth was quite proud of Legolas and Gilrien, with their parts in the tourney. She knew they would get high ranks in them. Their skills far outranked most of their kin, an extreme few had the ability to beat them. But she knew when to give credit when credit was due. The Men of Rohan had excellent skills on horseback, so knew not to automatically say her sister would acquire first place.

She let out a frustration sigh as her horse shifted extremely on its feet and had a difficult time not striking the horse violently to make it stop.

Fed-up, Aroreth reached over and gently touched her sisters and whispered, "Gilrien, I must ask your assistance in finding a horse here. This one and I are very much not compatible."

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“I am certain that all these years you have trained in the great Woodland Realm will be of much service, how ridiculous of me to suggest that you would struggle against the likes of us.” Pip smiled as Gilrien's choice of words almost made it seem as though the idea of losing offended her. His own tone was equally polite and had no trace of sarcasm in it- but he could not help but wish that she would find herself at the tail of the pack throughout the race. Oh how he would enjoy to see that smile wiped from her face as she lost to a youth two thousand years younger than herself! In fact he cared not whether he won the racing- so long as the winner was of the race of Men. Though he admitted to himself that winning the race would be a nice finish to the tourney after he took home the jousting trophy.

I'd like to see what she'd have to say after if she did lose, what good is two thousand years in a haunted, mirky forest anyway? This was flat racing, and by the sounds of it something this lot were not used to in the slightest. Pip would've hedged his bets on the man who had twenty years on the plains over the cave-dwelling silvan elves who were not renowned in the slightest for their horsemanship... He doubted it was very hard to best the other riders in Mirkwood, so any title she could spew out would not have impressed him anyway...

As Legolas spoke up, Pip was drawn from his thoughts and he looked at the famed bowman. He smiled as Thranduil's heir very modestly insisted that they were far better than 'good' (or even bloody good). Modesty seemed to be an absent trait that ran in their family, though Legolas seemed to be more light-hearted than the others. He was certainly less awkward and was not conversationally inept- unlike what Pip gathered to be the eldest who stood there making faces and occasionally whispering to her sister but doing her best to avoid conversation with the company of men who had taken their time to greet them. By Isildur, she had even narrowed her eyes at him! Talk about lack of charm and courtesy! He had not even said anything in the slightest to upset her! Though then again, she proved him right when he had guessed that she'd have been one of those boring old sods.

“You’ll have yourselves a great deal of fun with those bows. Longbows have more power than your standard recurve bow has but folk aren't lying when they say that they’re the most inaccurate ranged weapons you can get your hands on.” Quinn spoke up, and as the group's most keen archer (which wasn't particularly keen in the grand scheme of things but he was much more knowledgeable than Pip).

“Indeed. Though none of us are entering, we shall certainly be there to watch the famed skill of the Woodland Elves. It is a rare occasion to be graced with the presence of the Woodland Elves." Pip said, though looking to the entrance he caught sight of one of the guardsmen waving him over. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you all, but I'm afraid I must be leaving, seems our party requires our presence. Though I'm certain I will see you all around the tourney. Until we next see one another.” He smiled and with that he and his friends galloped down to the entrance, passing the odd Mirkwood elf that seemed to have strayed from the main group.

The group rode past one short-haired elf who was frolicking carelessly far ahead of their group, at which stage Albion spoke up "I heard discipline was their greatest fault in battle."

“Mmmh though I think that a good grasp on diplomacy was lacking as well. Perhaps the Elvenking ought to invest teaching his daughters a little better in addressing foreigners. Legolas seemed to be the only one that one might be able to hold a decent conversation with.” Pip added, what a good job it was that none of them would be sat at the throne.

“It’ll be great to watch them shooting though” Quinn smiled. 

“Aye and I’ll definitely be there for the racing. Was anyone else hoping the younger elf-maid would fall off about 30 second into the race?” Dashiell laughed.

“Oh I think it was on all of our minds.” Pip smiled as the group entered the tourney.

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Gilrien did her best not to react. Now she was definitely thinking that coming was a bad idea and that she should have instead stayed within the safety of Mirkwood as her father had probably secretly wanted. Maybe the young-ish elf just wasn't meant to be out in the rest of the world when she knew her little part of it so well. Lucky for her, her torture was ended soon enough when the human decided that he had spent enough time with the Elves and went to depart. She never though that talking to somebody not of her kin would be so, difficult. Then again, she had never had to experience it before, never spoken with people who have nothing in common with her, not even her race. The She-Elf took a breath of relief once he had left, shooting a look to her brother, she really wasn't comfortable here. Hopefully it would only be a few days and then they would be able to return to their precious home of Mirkwood where all was well and made sense to her. Turning to her sister, a smile soon spread itself across her face at the mention of horses, the one topic she really could talk about. It was clear her sister needed a very specific horse to be able to get along well, and where there should be no problem with the horse that she had picked for her sister, clearly she had some issues with the mare. She nodded quickly "Oh course! I was going to take look at what Rohan could offer in the way of horses for myself anyway, I'd be glad to accompany you and perhaps find one to your tastes." The youngest sister is grinning like a damned fool at the idea of going 'horse shopping' with her sister, of whom she does not have all that much in common with.

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Aroreth smiled gratefully at her younger sister. She knew she could count on her regarding horses, if nothing else. They did not share much in common, but they could talk about horses quite well. For when she had Gelmir, Aroreth personally looked after him, and only let Giliren and no one else care for him. She knew she could trust her, and respect her judgement on horses.

She could also agree with Giliren's reaction to the Gondorian Men leaving. Like her, she was not good outside her home, and speaking with strangers. Oddly, she was could quite well speak easily in their Halls; she had spoken to the few numbers of strangers who swiftly passed through their home. . She thought she was prepared to speak and be around others here, but clearly she was not ready yet. But with her brother, Legolas, she knew she would gain better skills.

But she did not wish to speak again to this Pityanarwë again during their stay. It wasn't that he left a bad taste in her mouth, but it was something she did not like. And it was not like she was rude, she had even spoken to him. She wanted to say he didn't respect her, but she wasn't sure it was completely that; but she would never say it was her fault. A leader did not always have to speak, they could have others speak for them. Not to say she would not speak up, but she would decide her part.

She turn back to Giliren and said, "I thank you, my sister. You have always good words regarding our equestrian friends. I hope we find what we are both looking for."

Aroreth then reach done and gently tapped her brother on the tip of his ear. "I believe we may continue and sign ourselves in to this tournament you and Giliren are participating in," she informed him. My rear is beginning to become sore and I wish to retire from this unsettled steed, she thought to herself.