Falowik walked in front of Sack and Toad, uphill and out of the ruins of Fornost. He had no idea where Uien was. He hoped he had helped her to a good enough head start. He hoped that she was still alive. He hoped that she did not believe him to be a traitor. He could hear voices yelling over where he thought their camp to be. He wondered if that meant the fight still raged, or that the brigands were taking the pickings of the corpses of his allies. He banished that thought from his mind. Sack and Toad were making him go uphill, presumably to where the rest of their party waited, or at least had been when this fight had begun.
They came out from behind the last broken wall in time to see a horse and rider Falowik did not know, shouting in a deep, sinister voice at what seemed to remain of the brigands; and then there was Thoronmir, Lumiel, and Finėwen attacking the five mounted brigands from the other side, the three hobbits close behind. Who's side is that rider on? Falowik wondered. If it was the brigands', Thoronmir and the others were rushing to a quick death; if it was Falowik's allies, the brigands were in trouble. One brigand went down, and Thoronmir wrestled another rider off his horse and to the ground.
"Dhis looks bad, Sack!" It was Toad. Falowik snapped out of his reverie. His hands were tied behind his back, so he had no real choice but to play as if he was still their Master's man, whatever the consequences. It was either that or die.
"We better hide," Falowik said. "It looks as if we may be the ones who have to report back to the Master." Sack nodded, but Toad gave Falowik a suspicious look; but he nodded and the three of them snuck back behind the wall, and watched, and waited.
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