[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen crouched alongside the bones, when she noticed something that brought her searching to a halt. She began to realize that the lower leg bones, the fibula and tibula were broken the same way for many of the victims, a clean break.

She picked up two broken halves that she thought belonged to the same victim and held them together imagining the flesh and life still remained intact, she placed them aside and picked up another pair. This concluded her suspicions.

Her fleet footed-ness brought her quickly to the two hobbits who were gaurding the entrance. Eswen pulled a bundle from her saddle bag, it was little Nimrómen; 'Forgive me little one in our distress I have almost neglected you, but thankfully Morsereg has kept you safe and out of harms way'.

She unwound one of his leg bindings and examined the break (it was almost healed), then she went back over to Lira, holding the pup, 'the same tool was used to break all the legs of the Gondorian men and who knows who else, the same tool broke Nimrómen's legs'.

Lira looked at the white pup with worry. 'He was left as bait for us to find. The black birds that flew past earlier must have seen us coming and told their Master' Esgallhugwen breathed, discontent in the grey haze of Fornost she pulled her cloak tighter around her and cast her hood about her face.

The sun couldn't seem to break through the thick mist that had encroached upon them, the others were spread out searching, trying to find anything they could. Esgallhugwen sighed and tried to pierce the shadowy veil with her keen sight, but to avail.

She watched the young Hobbits, Gorby and Anson, looking around the front while keeping an eye on their prisoner. Yes, the prisoner, the grey eyed elf walked over to him(having given Nimrómen over to Lira).

Esgallhugwen pulled the prisoner up off the ground rather roughly by his greasy stringy hair, having no patients to barter or coax things out of him. He gasped and shouted curses.

'rader a nasty way to handle your prisoner may not talk after what you'd done, sir' he spat.

'Aye, you may not want to talk, but you will talk none the less' Esgallhugwen's elvish lilt sang back at him.

'Ah, so ye be one of those lady elves, be ye then? What good der ya think ya can do 'ere, prancing about...'

'My good sir' she mocked cruelly ' seven of your good comrades I have slayed with naught but a blink of my eye, I think it best you tell me what I need to know'.