The white phantom appeared before Romanus. It glowed with a light that was cold and unfeeling. It's white armor gleamed in the sunset. The laurel on it's head was gold and gleamed as well. But it's face was distorted and blurred, unrecognizable. It drew it's sword and began to advance on Romanus. It stepped on dead leaves and twigs, but made no sound. Romanus backed away slowly at first, then more quickly. The phantom just kept walking forward, so Romanus finally turned and ran. He didn't look back, and finally reached a clearing, with a large lake. Richimon Lake, he guessed. He turned around, and saw the phantom walk out of the trees. It's sword was in it's hand, and he could almost sense it's intent. Kill. Romanus drew his sword, and the phantom swung it's sword at him. Romanus ducked quickly. Romanus swung at the phantom, and it ducked as well. They did this for a few minutes, neither blade meeting flesh or blade. Romanus suddenly swung at the phantom's neck, and the blade made contact. The phantom disappeared, and Romanus sheathed his sword, tired. He went to the lake and drank from it, then sat down a few feet from the water.

A flute could be heard from within the trees. The melody was most beautifu las it played, and soon it ended and a beautiful young women steped out of the trees. Her silver hair down and her silver eyes sweeped the place looking at everything and then her eyes rested upon Romanus. A beautifu smile played across her face as she started to walk to the lake. When she was close to the lake she sat down looking across it. Her eyes shined from the water.

Glaranduil looked up and standed and then started to walk to Romanus. "Hello sir." She said smiling. "But I saw that a phantom was ceasing you." Her beautiful voice said. "And I wanted to know if it hit you or anything, and if its gone." She said looking Romanus up and down before his face. He looks like his alright, Glaranduil thought.

Romanus stood up and turned to face the woman. He looked her up and down, then shrugged. "Yes, the white phantom did chase me, yet again. But no I am not hurt. He disappeared when I hit him." He looked at the trees for a moment, then back at the woman. She was very beautiful, but looks could be deceiving. Still, she was attractive. "May I ask what your name is, miss?" He kept his hand away from his sword, and remained relaxed, but he was ready if she happened to be an assassin.

The smell of death was in the air, but not rotted flesh as Vernon so liked to taste and eat. It was a ghastly being with no physical body, only ectoplasm. Vernon followed curiosity and his nose, and his horrid stench followed him. The phatom had dissipated, but the smell of ectoplasm still lingered in the air. Even as he made his way towards the Lake he smell was fading. Vernon paused when he saw the lake and two people by it from the veil of froestry and brush. He readied his crossbow and tried to maintain what little concealment his stench would allow. He could observe the pair for a bit and maybe later play around with them. The lady seemed like she would be a considereably joy to play with.

Glaranduil smiled. "Am called Glaranduil, and whats yours." Glaranduil shot her head in to the trees and snarled in anger. "Do you smell something." She said her smile gone and was replaced with a look of anger. "Someones out there." She whispered looking at the woods. Her hand was on her weapon. "You will want to give me room." She said steping away from Romanus.

She standed there for awhile before changing. Her neck grow longer and started to cover with scales, and it took the shape of a dragon head. Her body slowly changed into a dragon that had silver scales. When she was done her dragon head leamed down at the humen with comforting eyes, she then turned her head to the forest were she smelled something. She slowly walked to the woods, her head going back and forth. She stoped still looking.

((OOC: Oops sorry I was in the wrong accont :P ))